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[goodbyesandusky]

Clive was in the bar once again, and once more almost completely gothed up, lipstick, bodice, collar and all

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[madetomend]

Sally's sitting a table over from Clive, finishing up her apron. She hears the soft clicking and looks up. A boy sewing? Well this is new.

"Is that a jacket you're making? It's awfully small." She cocks her head slightly.

[goodbyesandusky]

Clive blinked up, pausing in the sewing. Then he blinked again, and once more just for good measure.

Then there was staring.

Then he remembered that he'd been asked a question and managed to un-stick his tongue from the roof of his mouth, "Er, it's not for me."

[madetomend]

Sally's used to the staring. Sorta. Kinda. A little. She blushes slightly.

"Oh? Who is it for?" She smiles warmly to show she won't hurt him and sets her own sewing down.

He looks so much like home, but he seems a bit uneased by me.

[goodbyesandusky]

Clive smiled, hoisting up the Ewok where she could see it, "For this guy."

He blinked once more, eyeing her up and down, "You're... you..." He shook his head then, "Not to sound rude, but, who are you?"