Legato pressed his ear to the door, and, having confirmed what his Master was up to, proceeded to barge in loudly. “Sir!”
“What?” Knives thundered, the incriminating evidence spilling from his arms.
Legato pretended to avert his eyes. “You’re needed on the bridge, sir!”
Knives almost stamped his foot, but thought better of it. “Knock on my door! Knock next time!”
“Did you see anything?”
“No, sir!” Just loud enough, Legato added, “I didn’t see you playing with your dolls,” he smirked, “again.”
“Good!” Knives snapped back, before realization hit.
Legato’s screams of agony were peppered with laughter.
Unnecessarily Long and Tiresome Authoress’ Notes:
I originally planned to do a drabble based on the “comb the desert” exchange, but this one fits a little bit better.