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Re: Steel Sky (Adelle/Mind Flayer)
"No, I haven't seen him today, you silly. Do tell." Mariela wanted to hear the story out, Adelld probably having arrived back at the bar later than her the previous day. The mention of Margaret caused visible anger in her, the sharpening action turning much slower and heavier as the blade sister's temper began to boil, the end result of her work getting worse as it became uneven across the blade. Just as she was about to throw the whetstone, Garet interfered, grabbing her wrist. "My lady, please don't get angry. It doesn't look good on you. And it always creates more unnecessary work for me." he told her in a confident, honest voice as he had her put the whetstone down normally. "Smile for me, my lady." he continued as he put his hands on Mariela's shoulders, waiting for her to calm down. After a few seconds, she did indeed smile at him, a gesture that looked like it would melt him right there if the man's face at the time was of any indication. "There we go. Now let's keep it this way hmm? Even if you hate her bad, don't get angry like that, my lady. Your perfection should not be tainted by unsightly expression of anger." he moved into outright flattery as he brushed her face with the back of his hand, which seemed to work rather splendid as there were no further signs of rage visible on Mariela. If she had not applied her white face makeup already, Adelle could probably have seen a blush on the blade sister. "Nothing but trouble, that bitch." she eventually spoke up, starting to fix up the mistake that her earlier outburst had caused on the blade of the scimitar. "So, did you have something planned for today? Want a beer? Garet will get you one."
"No, I haven't seen him today, you silly. Do tell." Mariela wanted to hear the story out, Adelld probably having arrived back at the bar later than her the previous day. The mention of Margaret caused visible anger in her, the sharpening action turning much slower and heavier as the blade sister's temper began to boil, the end result of her work getting worse as it became uneven across the blade. Just as she was about to throw the whetstone, Garet interfered, grabbing her wrist. "My lady, please don't get angry. It doesn't look good on you. And it always creates more unnecessary work for me." he told her in a confident, honest voice as he had her put the whetstone down normally. "Smile for me, my lady." he continued as he put his hands on Mariela's shoulders, waiting for her to calm down. After a few seconds, she did indeed smile at him, a gesture that looked like it would melt him right there if the man's face at the time was of any indication. "There we go. Now let's keep it this way hmm? Even if you hate her bad, don't get angry like that, my lady. Your perfection should not be tainted by unsightly expression of anger." he moved into outright flattery as he brushed her face with the back of his hand, which seemed to work rather splendid as there were no further signs of rage visible on Mariela. If she had not applied her white face makeup already, Adelle could probably have seen a blush on the blade sister. "Nothing but trouble, that bitch." she eventually spoke up, starting to fix up the mistake that her earlier outburst had caused on the blade of the scimitar. "So, did you have something planned for today? Want a beer? Garet will get you one."
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