𝐿𝓊𝓍𝓊𝓇𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈 (𝑀𝒾𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝒶 𝒳 𝒢𝒩!𝒦𝓃𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉!𝑅𝑒𝒶𝒹𝑒𝓇)

𝕃𝕦𝕩𝕦𝕣𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤

Miranda Yawned, Idly stroking Her Snoofle as it lay lazily in her lap, smoothing her velvet glove over the Snoofle in soothing motions.

She stifled a yawn, looking around her shop. Trinkets of all sizes, shapes, and colors littered her shop. Hung on the walls, tucked into barrels or crates, where everyone could look.

As the Bell rang, signifying a new Entry to her shop, she gently set the wriggling snoofle down, before standing.

Her heels clicked along hardwood, her smooth red Dress glittering at every angle you looked, as she idly smiled, as the shadow in the doorframe walked into the store. Clad in beat-up armor, the helmeted figure giving a nod, before beginning to speak.

"Where's your Armor?" They ask, voice Deep and Reverberated in their helmet. "I have Kama." They Reassure, Rolling their shoulders back.

Miranda Quirks a brow before pointing to a back room, where the Armor was kept. The Figure gives a curt nod, before walking past, long strides as Her Snoofle sniffs intently at the figure's legs, before now clambering onto their shoulder, pressing their nose to the side of their helmet, before Miranda could see the Figurative stars appear in the Snoofle's Eyes.

Miranda gave a small smile, bringing her hand up to her face to lightly bite a gloved knuckle.

Good to know she'd be getting some extra kamas.

As she heard clanking And Rustling, soon The knight Emerged, carrying a few spare armor pieces, which they placed on the counter to the left of the door.

"How much?"

Miranda walked behind the counter, checking the tags. "About one hundred twenty kamaaas-" She trailed off wordlessly as the knight plopped a heavy bag onto the counter, silently loosening the drawstring as kamas poured into the counter, gleaming gold that had her widening her eyes as the knight wordlessly emptied the large bag of kamas.

Silently, the Knight picked up the armor, placing the pieces into their bag, before turning. "I'll most likely be back soon. Do stay safe." With that, the knight was out the door, leaving Miranda to wordlessly marvel at the Mound of Kamas, as Her Snoofle freaked out on the floor next to the counter.

So, Began the visits. Once or twice a month, You would swing By, Buy things, drop a few Flirts, and Always pay handsomely.

Miranda, in Return, would always keep her armor and Tools restocked, Reciprocate your flirts, and always remind you to 'come again~!'.

Months ticked by in this steady rhythm, of buying, flirting, and the Bell at Miranda's door without fail causing her to look up from her Bonta magazines, wondering if it was you.

One of these visits, however, planned to be a bit more exciting than planned.

It had started a Somewhat Normal day. The few occasional customers moved by, always dropping a few Kama on Food or Attire, and Miranda waved them off as they went.

As you entered, Miranda's ears perked up as The smell of Copper Filled her Nostrils, a Metallic Smell that had her wrinkling her nose in distaste. As she looked up from her Bonta magazine, Her eyes widened as she saw you, bracing an arm against the open door, pulling in ragged breaths through your helmet, the sound echoing through your helmet, and the now silent shop.

Miranda doesn't think she's ever moved that fast in heels, sliding a gloved arm along your back as she pulled your spare arm around her shoulder, her ears pinning as she moved, helping you hobble to a bench and sit.

Your breath sounds Wheezy and Uneven as you lean against the wall, a hand coming up to firmly grasp the lid of your helmet, before you pull it off your head sharply, letting it carelessly fall to the floor.

She gasps at your appearance, something she hasn't gotten to see yet. Your hair was slick with sweat, framing your face as you closed your eyes, sucking in breaths and exhaling sharply, a hand clad with an armored glove coming up to press firmly to your side.

You suck in a Firm breath, brows knitting as your hand comes away, crimson dripping off your palm. "Fuck." You hiss out, letting your hand fall onto the bench as your chest heaved.

Miranda placed a hand firmly to her mouth (Thankfully not the one currently coated in your blood- ) "Goodness! I'll- go grab the kit, I'll be right back!" she stammered, turning to hurry off into the back room, only for a firm grasp on her forearm to interrupt her attempt to leave.

She met your eyes, gaze shadowed as you met her eyes with intensity. You quickly look away, your face growing hot as you murmur out

"I apologize for the mess."

Miranda nods. "I'll clean later." she finishes, as your hand falls away as you lean against the wall once more, as she speedwalks to grab the kit, her heels clicking on the hardwood.

As she Returns, she's quick to pull off her velvet gloves, as they fall to the floor, she's already kneeled on the floor, beginning to undo the belts on the sides of your chest plate to remove your torso piece, part of it fully caved in, seemingly from a hit.

As she slowly pulls the chest plate off, you suck in a breath, steeling yourself as Miranda carefully procures a pair of scissors, cutting away at your undershirt, and revealing the injury.

It's a Horrid mix between a Slash and a Bruise, the large gash surrounded with a hue of blues and purples, and you wince as she presses a pad of gauze to it, trying to soak up the crimson currently staining half of your lower torso.

You let out a groan, head tilting back as you exhale harshly through your mouth.

Miranda flushes at the noise, carefully peeling off the cotton pad, before fumbling in the kit for a needle and thread.

As you Feel the Needle begin to stitch carefully through your skin, you stifle a gasp, hissing in sharply through your teeth.

As Miranda carefully stitches the wound shut, you suck in the occasional quick breath, as she finally brings the thread taut, bringing the wound shut, as she now knots the thread with shaking hands, snipping the thread before she lets out an exhale, leaning her head back.

"Thank you." you Murmur, looking down at her, head tilted back, an eye closed as you sigh, finally bringing up a glove-clad hand to your mouth, teeth catching the under-fabric of the armored glove as you pull off the glove.

Miranda stands, dusting off her smooth red dress, ss your ungloved hand meets her chin, gently guiding her face to meet your gaze. Her ears pin as her lips wobble at your smoldering gaze.

"Thank you, Miranda." you Murmur, Your voice low and Somber, Your tone Scratching some part of Her mind in just the right way.

As she leans forward, her hand finds its way to the bench, right beside your thigh, her eyes fluttering as her lips meet yours.

To be honest, she loved her little spot of Luxury, right here.