“Get this filthy yellow rag away from my armor!”
Pinned flat against the diamond pavement of the Central Treasury Star-Citadel beneath Old Master Xuan’s (Goodness: 98 / 100) unmoving foot, Inspector General Tan Lang (Goodness: -99 / 100) thrashed his shoulders furiously.
Beside him, Qin Haoran (Goodness: 84 / 100) cheerfully slipped the left armhole of a neon-yellow sanitation vest over the envoy’s spiked pauldron.
“Relax your deltoids, Brother Tan!” Qin Haoran advised warmly, smoothing out the glowing purple embroidery on the back that read: I TRIED TO FORECLOSE ON THE MILKY WAY AND MY CARD DECLINED. “If you tense up, the reflective strips won’t sit straight while you’re sweeping the asteroid lanes!”
Fifty yards away by the crosswalk, Ancestor Jin Suanpan (Goodness: -90 / 100) cupped his hands around his mouth and called out helpful advice from behind his red octagonal stop sign:
“Listen to Director Qin, Lord Inspector General! Don’t fight the Velcro straps! If you cooperate during the fitting, Grandma Chen lets you keep your eyebrows!”
“Shut your mouth, Jin Suanpan, you spineless traitor!” Tan Lang spat a mouthful of soot onto the flagstones. His bloodshot silver eyes gleamed with vicious, cornered-beast arrogance as he wrenched his right hand out of his torn sleeve.
