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23.Oct.20, 11:55 AM
Next time, that was an encouraging thought. Mal gave her brother a small affectionate nudge with her nose as she agreed. We'll do better next time. This was just practice.
"Yes, I was busy. I assume you were also too busy to realize Taith was painting her, but it's fine. Now I know that I have to keep my dyes locked up." Cazan too distracted to be embarrassed by the comment as she looked around at the mess. Considering how much Mal was covered the amount of black, the inside of the weyr wasn't that bad. She sighed and shook her head as she turned back to Mal. "It's... it's hard for me to be angry about this. I agree, we are definitely fucked but... I have to admire the dedication and creativity they had to get this far."
She was fairly sure there was no way for them to completely avoid trouble, but maybe if they just started working on cleaning it up it would lessen whatever sentence they were given. She walked off into her office, exchanged her nice shirt for one of her spare work shirts, and grabbed two aprons, some rags, and the bottle of alcohol that was far too small for this task. "Not sure if you're going to help or not, but here's an apron if you do. You might want to at least check Taith for dye. Mal, let's at least get your head cleaned off first before we move outside."
Caz soaked one of her rags in the alcohol and brought it up to start wiping as much of the dye off of Mal's face as she could. The dragon wrinkled her nose and tried pulling away as she wined.It smells! I don't like it! "Well this is the best way to get you cleaned up, and it's probably important that we get your head cleaned off the most. This is that consequences thing we talked about, remember? If you do something, something else can happen. It's why I'm careful with my measurements before I cut."
But my disguise was so good... how will I be disguised again? Caz sighed and pulled Mal's massive head back closer so she could keep wiping up the stubborn dye. "What if I made you a mask so you could dress up on occasion? You have to talk to me about it first though."
Can Taith have one too? Cazan glanced over at Kor'is and shrugged. "If Taith wants one and Kor'is says it's okay, I can make him one too. Just hold still. I don't have nearly enough alcohol for this..."
"Yes, I was busy. I assume you were also too busy to realize Taith was painting her, but it's fine. Now I know that I have to keep my dyes locked up." Cazan too distracted to be embarrassed by the comment as she looked around at the mess. Considering how much Mal was covered the amount of black, the inside of the weyr wasn't that bad. She sighed and shook her head as she turned back to Mal. "It's... it's hard for me to be angry about this. I agree, we are definitely fucked but... I have to admire the dedication and creativity they had to get this far."
She was fairly sure there was no way for them to completely avoid trouble, but maybe if they just started working on cleaning it up it would lessen whatever sentence they were given. She walked off into her office, exchanged her nice shirt for one of her spare work shirts, and grabbed two aprons, some rags, and the bottle of alcohol that was far too small for this task. "Not sure if you're going to help or not, but here's an apron if you do. You might want to at least check Taith for dye. Mal, let's at least get your head cleaned off first before we move outside."
Caz soaked one of her rags in the alcohol and brought it up to start wiping as much of the dye off of Mal's face as she could. The dragon wrinkled her nose and tried pulling away as she wined.
