“Bowyetta” narrowed her eyes. Mr. Sir really expected her to wear these
things? “Eh… Am not want~” She huffed. “Is not much practical for
Bowyetta’s rank~ Is not much attractive either~ Smithy will still not
much be wanting of Bowyetta~ No, Bowyetta is needing of HER pieces, Mr.
Sir~”

She started to look a bit nervous. “This is really being
necessary~? Is not much comfortable~” She wouldn’t admit it, but while
she was jealous of Bowyetta’s perfectly smooth and polished skin, the
rust had made her a bit sore…

As Bowyetta was searching for a way out, she didn’t think to put on something to keep her feet from making noise.

Clink-clink-clink-clink-clink-clink

“Bowyetta” took notice of this rather quickly. “Mr. Sir… Are you hearing of that~?”

“Come now,” the Repairman insisted, “surely you could find new legs rather than used ones…And yes, I’m sure this is…”

His eyes popped for a moment as both of them heard Bowyetta walking across the floor.

“What, that?” he asked, desperately trying to keep the fake’s attention towards him. “It’s probably…just…wind…? …Water droplets….? A weather balloon…? No need to worry about it! Now, if you want, we can remove the rest of the rust later. How about cleaning up your hair…?”

The inkblot was really sweating now.