#so imma write the here heehehehee

[child-of-the-cosmos]

So, you tried to steal from magical shop.

Bad idea, now you're stuck with (and in your defense, you uh... didn't know this) two extremely powerful shop keepers.

Why have they not joined a guild, and chose to run such a small shop is beyond you. Why they didn't turn you in yet, is also confusing.

But making you work there is probably the cherry on top of your absurd predicament.

Really small drabble under cut:

"Now Darling, when you sweep the floors you must be careful of the dust mites. They're harmless until provoked."

"Do not call me Darling." You grumbled. You didn't do nicknames.

The solar themed automan tilts his head with click, the shiny golden rays around his head moving with him. He then leans on the broom, miraculously not completely snapping it in half. He grins.

"Would you prefer Stray, like Moon calls you?"

Your face contorts itself between a scowl and a grimace at the mere thought of his lunar counterpart. "Absolutely not." You seeth, remembering your initial run in with him.

The automan pops back up from the broom, twirling it in his hand with an impressive flare, much to your discontent.

He then takes it and suddenly tosses it to you, making you almost drop it. You clumsily take it in your hands, aiming a scowl in his direction.

He innocently folds his hands behind him with a shrug, but the expression he gives you is one much like his lunar counterpart had when he'd first caught you. The joyful gleam of a predator that has found the most interesting toy.

"Darling it is, then."