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[smokesordie]

Characters: Eyepatch/Badou (smokesordie) & Bubbles/Glinda (bubble_ditz)
Date/Time: July 29th/Late morning
Location: Iris' Shop
Rating: PG13 for most likely nothing more than Eyepatch's mouth
Summary: Eyepatch only intends to get new clothes and discovers a certain talent in the process.

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[bubble_ditz]

The Banana Phone song. Was driving. Bubbles. Crazy.

Yes it was a short trip. She took pictures!

She was kneeling at one corner of the store, stitching furiously, a small vein on her head throbbing as the song started repeating...AGAIN. She HATED hems. They were simple enough, but she soooooooo wasn't was seamstress. As much as she loved fashion, she got the feeling she had been the type who bought things and had them altered FOR her, not for other people!!

So when YET ANOTHER smelly, long haired, scruffy looking redhead walked into the store, her answer was a bit...curt.

"No, its a butcher's shop and this is a cow I'm sewing." Twitch. "OF COURSE IT IS! Or do you think I like spending my time on the floor with hems while I slowly go insane from the depravity of this horrible, fashionless TREE!!!"

[smokesordie]

Eyepatch didn't move from the doorway, crediting the tar coating the inside of his lungs for why he didn't immediately snap at this angry broad. He rolled his eye, turning his head to blow the smoke over his shoulder and out of the shop (he didn't need to give this chick another reason to bitch at him, and as he had discovered, smoking inside most places here seemed to be generally frowned upon).

"Yeah, whatever, sweet cheeks. Awesome customer service you got going there." He flicked the remainder of the cigarette into the Marketplace before finally stepping fully inside and letting the door close behind him. One hand rested on his hip. "You have actual clothes here, or just all this fancy dress shit

[bubble_ditz]

Sweet cheeks?! Bubbles bristled, her face changing into epic rant mode. "If by actual clothes, you mean those tattered RAGS you call clothing, HA! Hardly. This is for custom made clothing, not something you'd find rolled up in a bar corner somewhere!"

She would have more but Eyepatch pointed out her inept sewing and she followed his finger pointing with growing ire. "What?! Oh please, what does a miserable eyepatch wearing man like you know--"

She looked up in anger and caught sight of his utterly blank face. That was enough to temporarily derail her bitching. "Hello? Scruffy boy!" She snapped her fingers at him. "If you're going to insult my sewing at least pretend to act human."

[smokesordie]

Being spoke down to like he were just some fuck up bum by someone who considered themselves 'high class' didn't particularly strike Eyepatch as out of the ordinary. In fact, he even acknowledged that he probably should have found it more offensive than he did. "Listen." You dumb bitch, but he managed to hold that back. "I don't wanna fucking suit and tie. I just want something that's not birthday clothes. Or rags, as you so put it

[bubble_ditz]

For her part, Bubbles didn't even recognize that she was pissing him off, since she was undersocialized too distracted by the annoying singing to care how others perceived her. "I suppose that's for the best, since I'm not sure a simple suit and tie could manage to clean up that hairstyle/eyepatch combo you have there."

She was about to say more, but then the crazy redhead (seriously what was with all the redheads being insane!?) headed straight for her and grabbed the hem out of her heads.

"What are you--" she blinked. And stared at the perfect stitches. She even tugged at the material and sure enough it was a lot better than her job.

"I suppose that is...adequate," she sniffed.