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"m-my lord, are you sure about this?"
aatish mumbled for the second time as his harbinger slid the fabric over his shoulders. Rather haphazardly, as aatish had to readjust it a bit so it wouldnt fall off.
the balladeer clicked his tongue.
"don't make such a spectacle about it. I dont get cold, you do."
before aatish could fully process the implication that scaramouche didn't want him cold, he spoke again.
"And it was getting in my way."
ah.
aatish tried not to smile to hard.
"am i your coat-rack, then?"
scaramouche narrowed his eyes.
"precisely. would you stop sounding so happy about it?"
he was smiling too hard, then.
"i apologize, sir. I'm just glad i can be of use to you."
scaramouche waved his hand at him dismissively, going back to the papers in his hand. he leaned back against the desk, eyes scanning the documents.
and hoping his agent didnt notice the slight pink hue on the tips of his ears.