ITP: Drastic measures

[thedandymancan]

*Wherever you are, whatever you're doing, a blue haired young man is measuring you up~ By which I mean, he's got out his tape and is measuring your bust, waist, hips, chest, inseam, etc. When did he get there? Who knows. He certainly didn't ask for permission though.*

((OOC: Back.))

Comments

[touch_sensitive]

WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU DOING?!

[thedandymancan]

Something that would be a lot easier if you'd stop fidgeting so much.

[touch_sensitive]

I DON'T CARE! I DON'T WANT YOU DOING IT IN THE FIRST PLACE!!

[thedandymancan]

*Raises the tape a bit higher :|*

[thedandymancan]

*Jots them down in a little notepad*

Just taking notes incase I end up needing a child model.

[thedandymancan]

Hali went home a while back and I still haven't found a replacement, unfortunately.

Plus I want to put on a show soon.

[mud_on_lace]

Aaaaahhh!!

- oh, it's you.

[thedandymancan]

It is me. Long time no see, miss.

[mud_on_lace]

I would say it's nice to see you again, but you could have given some warning.

[thedandymancan]

My apologies, my dear.

[grillitwithfire]

[. . .]

[thedandymancan]

*Sup, crouching on the ground, taking your inseam measurement*

[grillitwithfire]

[... steps away]

[thedandymancan]

*Follows*

Stop moving. You're making this impossible.

[thedandymancan]

What does it look like I'm doing?

[thedandymancan]

*Jots the measurements down in a notebook*

You could clean up nicely.