I'm tearing down these walls right now...

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Who: Tieria Erde (sequence_0988) and Lockon Stratos/Neil Dylandy (lockon_v1point0)
When: Midday Saturday of the first Manhattan week, after Neil's done with his prank on Lyle.
Where: The apartment they've been sharing at 910 Central Park Ave.
Summary: Tieria's gotten in touch with his domestic side to make something special for Neil. Now it's time for him to present his gift

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[lockon_v1point0]

Lockon looked up just as he finished pulling the cleaning rod through his rifle. He laid the rod aside, replaced the bolt so that he wouldn't misplace it in the event that things got shuffled around, and shot a friendly smile Tieria's way.

"Hey there. Finally decided to come up for air, huh?"

He tilted his head, peering curiously at the armful of objects that Tieria had stepped out holding. Lockon had to admit, he was dying to know what had kept Tieria so diligently occupied that he had to commandeer a room without leaving for hours on end.

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Tieria nodded in response to Lockon's question, watching him do what he needed to in order to set his rifle aside momentarily. Tieria was only loosely familiar with the workings of firearms himself. The technical aspects of how they actually worked how they did. But he highly doubted he could disassemble and reassemble one the way that Lockon could. It was just not within his realm of expertise.

"I'm actually finished," Tieria explained, once he was certain that Lockon's attention was on him. He stepped forward, holding out the items that he was carrying in his arms, presenting them to him. "I hope this is acceptable. I couldn't take accurate measurements and had to use your clothes and shoes in order to size it. I hope you don't mind."

Although Tieria's voice was just as flat as ever, there was a slight blush spreading over his cheeks as he waited for the other Meister to take and inspect the uniform and let him know whether his work was acceptable.

[lockon_v1point0]

Neil blinked as Tieria handed him the items of clothing.

"So that's why I couldn't find my shoes that one morning. Wait. ...All that for me?"

Lockon set the items down carefully on the table, away from the gun and the various cleaning implements so that none of the residue would rub off on them. He then picked up the jacket, which was an exact replica of Lyle's and Tieria's, save for the fact that it was a deep hunter green. Just as Tieria had noted his expertise with the inner workings of the gun, Lockon was floored by the fact that Tieria could turn out something like this in such a short time. There weren't any gaps between the stitches or anything, which is what would certainly be the case if Lockon.

"...No, honestly, you made this? This quickly? That's really impressive..." A little voice in the back of his mind added on, 'And when did you even learn how to sew like this?'He sort of felt... a little bad. Bad that he'd made fun of the uniform when it was only Lyle he'd seen wearing it. Bad that Tieria had gotten himself hurt

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Tieria shook his head, indicating that it wasn't really that big of a deal. "I rather enjoy sewing," he explained. "It's something I did a lot of during my convalescence with Fereshte." He reached out to touch the sleeve of the jacket that Neil was holding up, as if examining it to make sure it was, indeed, up to the rigid standards that he held for himself. "Besides, after running diagnostics on Seravee, there wasn't much else that I wanted or needed to do. I made certain my errands were taken care of before I started."

It was as if he felt Lockon were admonishing him for working on the uniform instead of doing something important, rather than taking the time to enjoy himself. He released the sleeve at last, looking up at Lockon expectantly, trying to gauge whether he liked the uniform from his thoroughly surprised expression.

"Try it on?" he suggested. "If it needs any sort of alterations, I would be happy to make them."