You tumble out of the boot, sliding on your face for a bit before landing back first on her, thankfully, not metallic hand. And her grey furred face was looking directly at you.
"And what have we learned?"
"That Rivet refuses to take criticism?"
Rivet frowned and held you over the opening of the boot, preparing to drop you back in
"To not backtalk! I learned not to backtalk!"
"Thats better." And with that Rivet placed you on a bedside table as she opened a closet. "... Um, that was why I...put you there, right?"
"...Honestly I don't even remember."
"...Yeah fair enough..." Rivet cracks her back. "Anyway I've got the rest of the day off so..."
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