"A Warden?" Chaosgraphy asked, her smile widening.
Martin nodded. "Yeah. Did you like my entrance?"
"It was cinematic, but you should come up with a new line. Iconic lines can't be overused, or they lose their charm," Chaosgraphy replied.
Behind her, Crimson Halo nodded in wholehearted agreement, one hand resting lightly against her waist as though she fully approved of the criticism.
Martin scratched at the cheek of his visor. "Uh, is that so? Fine. I'll squeeze my last few brain cells and come up with something better next time. You two look cool in those items. It's like you stole the identity of a wolf and made it your own."
"My, my. Thank you," Crimson Halo said, her lips curving into a wide smile that only added to her priestess-mommy aura.
Chaos chuckled, folding one arm beneath her chest. "Let those last few poor brain cells of yours rest. You don't need them to nail the vibe."
"Was that a compliment or a jab?" Martin asked, rolling his eyes.
