I set the empty mop water bucket into the bathtub and turned on the water. I didn't pour in bleach, because on mucky days, something about bleach makes the floor all slippery. If the floor was slippery- oh my, if Lance fell!! Oh, there'd be hell to pay. No, thank you.

I waited patiently for the bucket to fill and then turned off the water. I picked up the heavy bucket and lifted it out of the t--

Rip!!

My eyes widened and I set the bucket back down in the tub. I turned my head to look at my left shoulder. Sure enough, the seam where my left arm was sewn into my torso was ripped. I took the fabric in my hand with a slight whimper.

They'll be so angry...

I stayed there with my lips on the inside of my mouth and my tongue wagging vigorously from side to side on them.

"..."

..What should I do?

I looked up and swiveled my head around so I could look at my pitiful reflection in the mirror.

..I think I'd be in more trouble if I didn't tell...

I took in a deep breath and held it.

"..........Okay." I finally sighed.

I walked out of the bathroom in the pursuit of Osamu. I assumed he was in the living room on the basis of pure speculation. I rushed out of the bathroom and went straight to the living room. I was right. He was seated on the couch in front of the off TV reading a book.

Upon seeing Osamu, I froze and clenched my fists. I sucked on my bottom lip for a split second.

"..Osamu?" I squeaked.

Osamu pealed his eyes away from his book and at me. "Yes, Vigil? Do you need something?"

I crossed my toes and rubbed my thumb against my other fingers. "I... I did something bad.. And-and before you punish me, I'm so sorry!!"

Osamu tilted his head. "What did you do, Vigil?" he chuckled.

I gently pulled open the seam without words.

Osamu smiled. "Oh~. Oh, Vigil, come here. It's okay."

I gulped and inched forward to him as I let go of the broken fabric.

"Take it off and hand it to me, hunny. I can mend it for you."

I looked up at him. "Now..? Off..?"

He nodded. "Yes, now. I won't let you work with a torn shirt. It could fray and then I wouldn't be able to fix it."

I averted my eyes and crossed my toes again. "..."

Osmau huffed and actually started tugging off the tight vessel of a shirt for me.

"Mn-!!"

As he rolled up my shirt, I whined and tucked in my belly.

I lifted my arms and he pulled the rest of it off. "There."

I crossed my arms in a really feeble and vain attempt at covering my bare torso to Osamu.

He rolled his eyes and sighed at how stupid I was acting and reversed the inside out shirt.

I whirled around and skittered off, my pride wounded.

Before I could get away, Osamu reached out and slapped my ass like I was some prostitute!

"!!!" I jumped and froze in my tracks.

"Better get back to work, prince." Osamu teased.

I gulped and scurried back off, my pride now irreversibly mangled.