The blue peacock bristled at the perceived insult.
"I don't need improvement," he hissed. "We're here to find out what's wrong with this fucking house, darling."
The moment the last word left his lips, he clamped both hands over his mouth, realising that Mason could hear him and, presumably, punish him. When the ceiling did not rain selective death on him, he relaxed and took his hands away, placing them instead on his hips.
Meanwhile, his twin was to get a closer look at the actual clockwork dragon, entirely ignoring both what the blue peacock and the humanoid spirit of the clockwork dragon were up to.
"Oooh, 's delicate work. Our Keeper's definitely got some taste," she said, standing on tiptoe to lean in and get a better look.
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"I don't need improvement," he hissed. "We're here to find out what's wrong with this fucking house, darling."
The moment the last word left his lips, he clamped both hands over his mouth, realising that Mason could hear him and, presumably, punish him. When the ceiling did not rain selective death on him, he relaxed and took his hands away, placing them instead on his hips.
Meanwhile, his twin was to get a closer look at the actual clockwork dragon, entirely ignoring both what the blue peacock and the humanoid spirit of the clockwork dragon were up to.
"Oooh, 's delicate work. Our Keeper's definitely got some taste," she said, standing on tiptoe to lean in and get a better look.