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"So you're really wearing a leotard?"

"How do you even know that word?"

Mythra shrugged. "Dad knew I'd need it to roast you."

Minoth knew for a fact that Mythra did not call the Architect "Dad" - and neither did he call the quasi-gnostic hidden creator of his own precarious belief system "Father" nor ever would he. That, in itself, was a much more interesting conversation they could be having, rather than the current one centered on deflecting attention from how ridiculously short Mythra's tunic was onto how ridiculously provocative and lust-inspiring Minoth's own outfit was - if you were into that.