"Hey Mongs, here! I have an extra merch shirt in the bag. You can borrow it for the mean time," Jannie handed me her spare clothes from outside the cubicle where I was.
"Got it Mongs," I replied as I accepted her shirt. I just took my uniform off because it got drenched in mud when the stupid, hali-Maou poured a bucket of it earlier as I walked into the building. Gladly, there was a shower in the girls' comfort room and Jannie always carries extra clothes with her so I had no trouble in changing.
By the way, Mongs is what we both call each other now, which is shorter term for "Mongrel." I know it’s a bit absurd and slightly offensive if anyone may hear that kind of endearment but I find it unique though, and I like it.
"Mongs, thank you very much. I know I can rely on you in these circu
