Elliot scooped up the torn pants and tossed them to the pimpley kid. "Can you do it?"
"Same size and everything?" The kid held up the pants for inspection.
"Smaller and shorter please."
"Colors? Fabrics?"
"Uh...whatever's fashionable."
"How many?"
"Seven should do to start." He plunked down half the cost up front and went to the back. The sight of Mischal and Eucerian was adorable and his heart melted. And what remained was stone. Cold, unmovable stone.
"Ma petite, I love you dearly. But you've earned yourself a spanking. If I could, I would spank the dog. But alas, you must carry the blame."
Adam hiccuped and it took several false starts before he was able to speak again. "S'not fair to snap at me for calling a girl a wench. All the ones I ever talked to didn't mind being called wenches. An' it's not fair to expec' me to act like Blondie. I'm not royalty, I don' know to act like 'em or around 'em." He gestured to his ragged clothing and matted hair. "I'm a bloody pirate. D'you really think I know much 'bout civilization?"
He leaned away from Jared and wiped his nose on his sleeve. "An' even if I did, Blondie's a brat."
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Someone should so write a Weiss Kreuz spanking fic.
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