Under Attack

by The Everlasting Non Sequitur

A Mey-Rin/Bard short oneshot. Very slight fluff. A conversation between Mey-Rin and Bard when they're defending the manor. T just to be safe.

"Primed, Mey-Rin?"

"Yes, sir!"

"Attack from the west wing, then run towards your right and signal to Finny that he has to attack the next wave."

"Roger."

"And oh, Mey-Rin?"

Something in his tone made her say "Yes, Bard?" softly.

He leaned towards her, and for a crazy moment she thought he was going to kiss her..."You're lookin' way better without those glasses."

She blushed. "Yes, sir."

He grinned. "Back to work, then!"