Justin nodded knowingly as Megan revealed the true reason she'd found herself here. The boy had on more than one occasion been privy to being taken where the castle wanted him to go. Granted it was a little annoying when he had some place to be or something to do. For Megan, though, it seemed like she didn't give it much mind. He'd always admired her ability to adjust to circumstances.
"Sorry about Mr. Temperamental over there," Justin offered motioning toward the suit that had just taken a swing at Megan, "He wasn't exactly keen on my shining his breast plate. And that one over there," he pointed to the one next to it. "Apparently likes the gum on the back of his shield. They're all a bunch of stubborn hunks of metal if you ask me."
He turned back to the suit that had just assaulted him and placed his hand on his hip looking at the hallowed eye slots in a practical stare down. His conversation going seamlessly into talking from Megan to the enchanted hunk of metal. "This one here for example," he offered, "Doesn't want his helmet spruced up. Now frankly, I was being respectful by using the stepping stool. If he doesn't start cooperating I've no issues with removing the damned thing to get the job done."
The armour immediately straightened it's posture in a near attention and Justin offered Megan a triumphant grin before getting back on the stool and getting back to work. "You ready for the weekend, I take it?" he asked from the top of the stool as he subconsciously avoided answering Megan's first inquiry.
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