Feck. That was the last thing Zhavi had expected to hear, and the last thing she'd wanted to hear. Well, maybe there were worst things he could have said, but that one was rutting bad enough. Protesting? That wasn't going to happen. Not yet. There'd be no reason for Joz to have any misgivings about leaving the city, none that wouldn't complicate the simple teacher-student relationship she was currently striving for, and that. . .
She had to go along with it. For now. What a rutting wonderful start to her day.
"Yes, Master Lolotaru."
Ye feckin' scrag!
The litany of insults in her head didn't make her feel any better as she rose to her feet and dutifully followed him like some clueless puppy. Joz was all smiles, for sure, but Zhi was wrenched back by the thought of her other jobs. Brindle and Clove could handle Thatcher's business if she was out for any long amount of time, and Chirp could assist with the rest, and Skarp could wait -- she was used to waiting anyways, sometimes the timing of moving her assets could be delicate -- and . . .
"So where we goin', sir?"
She had to go along with it. For now. What a rutting wonderful start to her day.
"Yes, Master Lolotaru."
Ye feckin' scrag!
The litany of insults in her head didn't make her feel any better as she rose to her feet and dutifully followed him like some clueless puppy. Joz was all smiles, for sure, but Zhi was wrenched back by the thought of her other jobs. Brindle and Clove could handle Thatcher's business if she was out for any long amount of time, and Chirp could assist with the rest, and Skarp could wait -- she was used to waiting anyways, sometimes the timing of moving her assets could be delicate -- and . . .
"So where we goin', sir?"
