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You closed your eyes and bowed your head in deference, a pleased grin on your face.
<span class="mu-s">“No. The honor is mine, elder. You’ve been serving for longer than I have.”</span>
The tear that represented Mercy’s mouth split open even further.
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Long have I desired for a powerful host with devotion such as yours. Together, we shall retake the night in his name.”</span></span>
And with those words, the cloth tent collapsed around you. You relaxed, allowing Mercy to slide and slither all over you. It was a bit awkward when you remembered that she used to be an organic being, but she didn’t seem to mind it at all.
Her touch felt like a gentle caress, now. It was a gentleness that she didn’t have in the beginning. You were being treated far more delicately, now, her bandages gliding into place as she reformed your outfit. This one was a bit tighter. Tighter in the way that’d make a high school freshman feel self-conscious about her figure.
The material felt <span class="mu-i">smooth</span> too. So smooth that it made you feel like you were wearing nothing at all. You could feel some heat creeping into your cheeks as you followed that thread of thought.
That feeling immediately went away when you felt Mercy sowing herself into a skirt around your waist. Next was a vest that curved down your chest and looped itself into a belt. After that, you felt a pair of gloves curling around your fingers, and a pair of sandals slipping between your toes.
The only time you flinched was when you felt a band of cloth sliding past your eyes and wrapping around your head. Was this a…blindfold?
<span class="mu-s">“Uhhh, Mercy?”</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Yes, my child?”</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">“‘My child’?”</span> you thought, a little startled by the way she was addressing you now.
<span class="mu-s">“What’re you doing?”</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Hm? Oh, I’m experimenting with our aesthetic, of course. We must be at our finest.”</span></span>
You raised an eyebrow as you slowly rose to your feet.
<span class="mu-s">“What, was the raggedy mummy look not working for you?”</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“My mind was hazy, and stitchwork is complicated.”</span></span> Mercy replied, a bit testily.
<span class="mu-s">“So…you were being lazy.”</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“It was made for comfort. Was it not comfortable?”</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">“No no, it totally was. It was really light and breathable.”</span>
<span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“Good. It was designed with that mind.”</span></span> Mercy said with no small amount of pride. <span class="mu-s"><span class="mu-i">“It is meant to obscure, not restrict.”</span></span>
<span class="mu-s">“Wow! So you’re like a tailor, then. Or a fashion designer.”</span>
<span class="mu-b">“Uhhh...kid?”</span>
You froze, turned your head, and stared at the one who had just spoken. It was Deadhead, his gun now holstered.
<span class="mu-b">“Who’re you talking to?”</span> he asked.
<span class="mu-r">“Good question.”</span> Harpy remarked, flying up beside him. She was surprisingly swift for someone so big. You were more surprised by that, than the fact that you could now suddenly see, despite your eyes being covered.
(Cont.)
