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 Posted: Tue Mar 07, 2017 7:51 pm
Dex smiled lightly. He wasn't trying to hide the ring, but how was he to accent it outside of simply having it on his finger? Watching the two haggle over the cloth, he could only shake his head. This certainly was not his forte... Once the price was finalized, he just followed the directions and handed the money over. "So, you do this sort of thing often? ..Eh, what's your name?"
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 7:49 pm
"Obviously." Nyko motioned to his wardrobe vaguely, flashing off his rather impressive sash and his earrings mostly, since the rest was rather basic. He was hoping to change that soon, but for now the outfit did it's job. "Shopping is therapeutic to me. I can relax and forget about the real world for a while."
He meandered through the street, looking back every so often to make sure the man was still behind him. "Call me Flynn." It was as false as the rest of his tale, but it rolled so easily off Nyko's tongue that he almost believed it himself. He stopped at a familiar door, pausing only long enough to knock twice.
After much grumbling a middle aged man showed up at the door, looking at both of them as if they were scum at the bottom of a lake. "What do you want?"
"Your services, my good sir! I heard that you're the best tailor around and my friend is in dire need of your services, as you can see." Nyko leaned in closer to the older man, cupping his mouth near the end of his little speech as if to hide it from Dexurn and failing spectacularly.
The older man just looked the pair of them over and grunted, motioning for them to follow him inside.
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Posted: Wed Mar 08, 2017 9:47 pm
Dex cocked his head. It wasn't so obvious to him... but perhaps it was best to not say that. "Flynn." Dex nodded slowly, a small smile rising. He had once been lanky and thin like this 'Flynn' was. It was strange to think about.
When the man opened the door with such a grouchy greeting, he actually took a step back. Interacting with such folk was not one of his stronger suits... He cocked a brow at Flynn's tease, wondering if the loud voice was accidental or purposely done. ...Probably the later, considering their conversing thus far. "Thank you, sir," he said once he was inside, looking around at the samples and works in progress scattered around.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 12:50 pm
If Nyko was turned off by the surly man's demeanor it didn't show. He pleasantly let himself into the space, perusing the racks of half-finished outfits as well as the models set up on mannequins throughout the display room.
"We're wondering what you can do with this," Nyko held out the bolt of cloth for inspection, "to give him a wonderful wardrobe. Something functional, as he's a battler, but also fashionable. Can you do it?"
The older man clucked his tongue. "Of course I can. You said yourself; I'm the best." He snatched up a cloth measuring tape from a nearby table and motioned for Dexurn to stand on a stool in the center of the room, "Get on up there so I can take your measurements."
For his part, Nyko just walked over to a table and hopped up, sitting on the edge as he watched the display. He wouldn't stay for much longer; just long enough so that Dexurn wouldn't feel as if he'd been abandoned.
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Posted: Fri Mar 10, 2017 9:48 pm
Dex looked at the stool warily. Measurements? He gave his fashion companion a look before stepping toward the stool. Measurements, then maybe decide on a style. Brow knitting, he turned instead to the young Matorian guiding him around and set another clutch of coins onto a table next to him. "As promised. Be sure you and your wife get a full dinner tonight. I'm not sure how much further there is of this process, but want to make sure you get this before I forget."
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Posted: Mon Mar 20, 2017 6:38 pm
"Don't look at me like that," Nyko laughed. He shooed Dexurn towards the stool."Measurements are crucial! If you didn't get them then you might be forced into something that can fit me, and imagine how stupid that would look."
Nyko's eyes lit up greedily when he saw the second grouping of coins. He tried not to seem too eager when he scooped them up, adding them to his growing collection, but the noise they made when they clinked together....it was simply divine.
"You are too kind." He really, really was, and unfortunately that's what made him the perfect target. "There is so much more left to do though, so you won't be rid of me for a while."
And he meant every word. After measurements there would be the lengthy design process followed by the actual crafting, though Nyko didn't assume all of it would be done in a day. Still, he would stay until it was finished and then make his way out.
That seemed the polite thing to do, anyway.
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