“Want help?”
She glared at me. Answer enough.
This is what Taylor didn’t do earlier. Ask.
I headed upstairs and stripped my mannequin of the costume I’d largely completed. Then I removed my rain boots and began the torturous process of peeling out of the costume I was wearing.
Oh yeah, what did you end up doing with that? Did you put on the one you were making for Tattletale?
I’d put off investigating the damage in favor of finding Bitch sooner.
Ah. I guess it wasn’t as damaged as I was picturing.
Also, whoops, I just reread the first sentence of this paragraph and realized that no, of course she didn’t put on the one she was making for Tattletale, she just said that had been on the mannequin.
Not to be confused with being worn by Mannequin, though that’s an amusing mental image.
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