DROP EIGHTEEN
“Ta-da!” Hector said, pulling the stand in view. There were two armours hanging up there, like coats from a dry-cleaner’s on a special holder. “This is it, your new armour. Nice, huh?” he said proudly.
Cherry raised her upper lip. “Eh.”
“What? No ‘eh,’ you meant, ‘wow,’ right?” Hector asked.
“It’s good, but I honestly think it could be better,” Cherry said, holding her arms around her body defensively.
“Oh. Okay, tell me how,” Hector said, his shoulders sagging.
“Well, for starters, since you forced this whole Pie theme on us, we could have the equivalent colours,” Cherry said, tugging on the sleeve. It looked new and smelled like the various materials used in making it, plastic, metal, other chemicals. It actually looked badass.
“Cherry for you, dark red? And dark gre
