Fran had never really been good at dealing with comments on her appearance. She looked as all Viera did - there was nothing particularly special about her, when compared to one of her own race. And yet, Humes never ceased to be astounded or confused by her, almost always staring.
In some cases, such as this, it was not intended as rudeness - yet, she still did not take well to flattery. She felt as though a 'thank you' or some acknowledgment was in order, though never knew exactly how to respond.
"... Thank you, Kuja."
Following behind him, she listened quietly as Kuja explained his plans and the changes that had to be made. She had not thought to mention her physical needs when he had initially spoken of fittings - perhaps it had been foolish of her. He had matters in hand nonetheless, or at least, it would seem so based on the gown he then thrust at her.
Taking the garment in one clawed hand, she followed his direction, entering the stall and hanging the dress neatly.
"This will take a moment," she said quietly, beginning to remove her leg armour. She had not thought of the time it would take to take off all the pieces when she came - it had become like a second skin to her, as she was almost never without it.
"Take as long as you need, darling." Kuja waved a hand dismissively, beginning to sketch a new design to take to the cobblers. Whilst everyone had their self-righteous yelling matches and soap opera episodes, Kuja had put his skills to use. An Empire was being built right under people's noses and they were none the wiser.
He smirked to himself, looking at 'The List' kept in his notebook. A list of all the services now loyal to him and would instantly become affected should he be harmed by another business. This was fun.
The shoe sketch had progressed to a rough sketch of a hairstyle, Kuja pondering on how to style Fran's lovely curled hair. She had far more than he had expected, but then again it was hard to deduce a whole appearance from tiny squares.
Walking to the Vanity, he began taking out little jars of makeup before taking a seat and waiting for her.
{{Abel, can we keep the replies like this? It'll send an email to me either way X3}}
In some cases, such as this, it was not intended as rudeness - yet, she still did not take well to flattery. She felt as though a 'thank you' or some acknowledgment was in order, though never knew exactly how to respond.
"... Thank you, Kuja."
Following behind him, she listened quietly as Kuja explained his plans and the changes that had to be made. She had not thought to mention her physical needs when he had initially spoken of fittings - perhaps it had been foolish of her. He had matters in hand nonetheless, or at least, it would seem so based on the gown he then thrust at her.
Taking the garment in one clawed hand, she followed his direction, entering the stall and hanging the dress neatly.
"This will take a moment," she said quietly, beginning to remove her leg armour. She had not thought of the time it would take to take off all the pieces when she came - it had become like a second skin to her, as she was almost never without it.
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He smirked to himself, looking at 'The List' kept in his notebook. A list of all the services now loyal to him and would instantly become affected should he be harmed by another business. This was fun.
The shoe sketch had progressed to a rough sketch of a hairstyle, Kuja pondering on how to style Fran's lovely curled hair. She had far more than he had expected, but then again it was hard to deduce a whole appearance from tiny squares.
Walking to the Vanity, he began taking out little jars of makeup before taking a seat and waiting for her.
{{Abel, can we keep the replies like this? It'll send an email to me either way X3}}
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