"Y-yes, sir, I’m sorry sir…"
// Marie won’t react well, but okay :)
Marie blushed, dipping her head. “I am sorry if I seem incompetent, sir…”
Marie blinked at the sentence. “I-I’m sorry, sir, I… I think you might be in the wrong place…”
for one of my best friends who is more badass then any of these wonderful ladies combined.
// Anyone want to send anons?
She flushed as she realised he had seen them, her head dipping as she quickly made them press close to her back. “I-I’m sorry…”
She shook her head. “You have the right to cone in here as you please.” She repeated.
She hesitated at the question, before nodding shyly. “Yes, but… I’m clumsy with them, it’s for the best.”
Tyson understood, Marie thought of him as her master, though he never held himself higher than anyone else. He remembered seeing something that may help her. ”I remember this comic I’ve been reading has a specialized shirt for people with wings.” Hello inspiration for Marie’s Christmas present. Fancy seeing you here.
"A special shirt?" She frowned, not understanding. Hesitantly, she stepped a little closer to him, uncertain with someone seeing her wings - craving comfort.