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[tailored_suit]

A new store has shown up recently in the Town. It hardly looks open right now and the inside looks a bit more like a fabric factory ran out of space and sent all their excess to the tiny two-story shop. It seems like someone built up instead of across, but hey, it could work.

The sign outside says Tailored Suits, but it's hard to say if that was

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[acethatmatters]

Curiosity, more than anything, was what prompted Julien to pause in his walk from the Town back to the Spade Castle. The tailor's shop was new and, he believed, the proprietor was a Spade. So it's not much of a decision at all for him to turn and enter Charlie's door and look around. Due to the press of stuff, he won't step too far in but he will make sure to clear his throat when he sees the top of Charlie's head coming from behind a stack of boxes.

"Good afternoon."

[tailored_suit]

Charlie rocked onto the balls of his feet to peek over a box before coming out from behind them. That voice was very distinguishable. At least to him.

Oh.

OH.

Charlie had made certain to find out at least something of the order of his own suit as soon as he returned. Old habits were surprisingly easy to fall back into. Julien was a Spade. Regardless of what had happened while he was away, a Two was the lowest suit. He ducked into a quick bow as soon as there was space for it.

"Good Afternoon, M'lord."

[acethatmatters]

Julien smiled slightly, all surface civility, "you've just opened, then?"

He could be coming back some other time to see what services were available.

[tailored_suit]

"Yes, I apologise for the state of things. I assure you it will not look this way, normally."

No. Charlie liked order. He needed it enough that it drove him back to the deck.

"I am open, however. If you needed anything?"

A smile that was as much surface civility as Julien, and perhaps just the slightest bit under-toned. He just arrived back to the Spades and here he was faced with the suit's Ace. He could not afford to make a mess of this meeting.

[acethatmatters]

"Perhaps you ought have considered not opening until you were ready," the words were said mildly, though. Consider it a freebie, though if Julien were to return to the same scene in, say, a week's time...well, he'd be without a new tailor, obviously.

And then he spread his hands in a sort of noncommittal gesture. "I didn't come in for anything in particular...more like I just wanted to see what was on offer."