8-4 - 8.4
Posted September 30, 2018 at 12:00 pm

Teige leaned back in his seat to peer around Parker. "Morning, Hannah," he said cordially.

Hannah, who was now hanging from the ceiling by just her toes while she fetched a container from the spelled pantry, looked up in surprise. She had a bat-like face and little green eyes, and long fingers with green pads at the tips. "Hm? Oh, yes. Good morning."

"Hannah, we were talking and thought, since you walk on the ceilings so very much," Teige said, "it'd be kind of you to sweep the floor sometimes. Since it knocks a fair amount of dust down. That sound all right by you?"

Hannah's expression didn't really change, but she said, "Oh! Yes, sorry. I'll do that," before holding the container in her jaws and scampering back out along the ceiling without another word.

"Thank ye, Hannah," Teige told her as she went past. Once she'd left, he pointed the crisp in his hand at the two-tailed fox. "See? All you got to do is ask. She's just a mite shy."

The fox shrugged. Teige took a bite of the crisp.

"You wanna go up to the Palace today?" Parker asked him abruptly, and he flinched. "I think we're gonna get in trouble if we don't do the R.I.T. paperwork soon."

"I s'pose," Teige muttered around the mouthful of crisp. Parker cast a look down and saw that the tip of his tail was now twitching back and forth restlessly.

"After my shift fine?" she asked.

"Yea."

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