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✿— A glance in the other’s direction is enough to elicit a smile from the seamstress, who raises her one free hand to give a small wave in greeting. “Hello~! I’ll be with you in just a moment! Feel free to look around while you wait though!”

;;yep! Time to get back to finishing up homework now that I’m done doodling. It’s already 5:30 AM but I took a nap earlier so I should be fine for a bit longer. I wanna get caught up and ahead so that tomorrow I can dedicate my time to RPing and commissions after work.

hatori-sohma

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— There she was- giggling again. It seemed as if every time he spoke, Mine would find something to giggle at. He didn’t understand it- he didn’t tell a joke, so why did she seem so amused? Hatori wasn’t even sure if he knew any jokes if he did want to tell any. It was just another mystery to add the every growing pile. Women were such foreign creatures to him.

His guard dropped when she confirmed that she indeed was merely just teasing- that settled his nerves a bit. Strolling over, he decided to take her up on her offer- after all, it was Sunday, his only day off during the week, and he had made the trip out here. It would be a waste to turn around and head home now. Besides, he needed a bit of fresh air and a scenery change.

Slipping his hand into his pocket, he glanced over and watched as she dutifully cleaned up the area- something Ayame wouldn’t have thought to do. Yes, Mine certainly kept the snake in line… Usually. The velvet couch caught his attention, and with another heavy sigh, he decided to take a seat there while they waited. He might as well make conversation, correct? Mine was nice company, Hatori thought, so they should seize the moment.

“Has it busy today? You’re not too exhausted, are you, Mine?”

✿— “Mm.. Not any busier than it’s been this last week or so. We have quite a few people wishing to put in orders to have them done by the holidays though!” 

She finished sprucing up before excusing herself to go and lock the doors to the shop, turning the open sign around to closed. When she returned she noticed the other lounging on the couch. With a smile the seamstress picked up the folds of her dress before walking over and happily taking a seat in Hatori’s lap, making herself comfortable. 

“What about you? I’m sure you get all kinds of patients this time of year! You know, you should learn to take a breather every now and then. Why don’t you stay the night here? I’m sure Ayame would love to have you for company!”

hatori-sohma

⊰ ♞ ⊱ —— “…Just admiring the new merchandise, that’s all.”

✿— “Is that what we’re calling it?”

mallaithe

❛   cosplay ?   ❜  he echoes, eyes widening && brows furrowing with confusion . oh, but yes … that’s right . he cannot simply tell this girl that he isn’t a cosplayer .  he has a secret identity to protect, after all .  ❛   i … well … it’s … I’m not certain of its origins other than it was made in ireland . i never thought it would draw forth such admiration .   ❜

✿— “On the contrary--- a good seamstress always takes the time to appreciate great work!” She continues to look him over before blinking, tracing one of the seams with her fingers before quickly leaning back and pulling her hands away with an apologetic smile. “Ah, apologies! That’s just an old-fashioned way of sewing such a piece, most use sewing machines to cut back on time and minimize the window for error. How interesting!”