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Hearing the young miss' voice suddenly pop up next to her, the little Horsewoman peered over her shoulder - the sight of pink and just a sweet face filling her vision. This girl. She knew of her - Mengyao had told her in passing of a young reaper he had met in passing, but . . . she didn't expect her to be so . . filled - body type wise at least. But she was a beautiful little miss. Giving a tilt of her head, she looked back to her current work in progress, peering at the one she had worked out earlier - teal sash in hand. She was working with her own colours this time.

"I like fabrics, they are very interesting to work with." She said quietly to her work in progress, blushing a little lightly at the compliments. Placing a couple of charms on the bodace of the small dress, she looked to the woman again, smiling. "Thank you." She answered, looking down at her own ensemble. "I work lightly, and do not like being bogged down with fabric, unlike the Nobles of my clan." She offered, before seeing Salbei working his way through his cloths.

She wanted to watch what would happen with him, this would prove interesting.

[ 57; Lifen, Queen of the fabric. ]

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Mort zoned out for a moment and came to when he realized his snowcone was melting over his hands, and he quickly had to lap it up before it got him too sticky. "Er, y-yes m'runnin' for Secretary!" he answered Junko hastily once that business was finished, adding to her soul mate, "N' s'nice t'meet you too, er, a-again." Meetings didn't count, he agreed. "I, ah, hope things're going well for both've you." Belladonna had mentioned to him previously that the ghouls had a second clothing booth; his mother had urged him to take a look into their fancy selections in a passive-aggressive attempt to get him out of his hoodie.

And . . . oh hey, Alex! Mort managed to get back in reality fast enough to pass the zomboil a wave, but both he and his mom were out before he could verbally greet them. Well he'd have to catch up at some point; Ramona was probably going to drag him first if she found their booth before he did.

Now for the Sal topic, which for some reason Bells was being very insistent upon. "M'not sure m' qualified?" he said to the witch as she looped him in both literally and figuratively. But then again she was having her hands full manning the booth in general, so he would have eventually acquiesced even if she hadn't thrown in the boob squish and the eye batting - but hey, he could still appreciate them, even if it was with a small laugh.

"Fine, fine . . ." Sal at least had started up something. Extricating his arm from her grasp, Mort troddled over to see if he couldn't help somehow. With his mother being a former model, the zomboil was surprised to note that he actually did have some sense of style, and while Sal had made a good base for his attempt, he could see how to add on or take off a few things to make it even better.

Though he did have to pause and look at the horseman: this was the first time he had seen Salbei without his mass of scarves. OvO . . . Okayokay back to work.

Mort built on what he figured Sal was trying to go for and did his best to rearrange the mounds of accessories the sage kept on his person, trading off the bloodier ones in favor of the trinkets, which were placed sparingly about the neck and belt areas. The trick to a suit, his mother had taught him, wasn't to be flashy, but to draw the attention to either the chest or the face. One scarf he kept was tied into an ascot, the other hanging loosely about the mannequin's shoulders for either Sal to keep as it was or do with as he wanted.

A quick trade off of shoes, pinned cuffs, and a different selection of coat to better match the scarves . . . And he was done! Mort looked a little proud of himself. "Mrrr . . . N-Never did try making outfit for others before. This look okay?"

(( 38 + 10 (two 8s) + 10 (two 5s) = 58 wtf Mort how did you beat Lifen ))

Content that she had happily sent Mort off to finish a job she couldn't very well do on her own, the witch turned her attention back to Yin. His haste to prove her wrong made her smile wilt a little, but she only placed a soft hand on his shoulder. Quickly she amended it to be a friendly pat, as she rather figured he wasn't the affectionate sort. (She'd seen your judging looks in Valentine's World, oh yes she did!)
"I will let you know when we have a meeting next, yes." Belladonna finally conceded with a very teeny, tiny defeated sigh. Not only would it not do to push him, the witch just didn't feel like it. Not tonight, when everything was going so well and everyone so happy. All the same she smiled at him before she tip toed back to Lifen.

To say Belladonna was impressed would have meant that there was a higher praise not yet worthy to give the Horsewoman. And that was a lie.
If she had not been so frail, if the Clans members had not already proved to generally look down on students, Belladonna would have hugged the creature tight and demanded they be friends, as well as dress the witch up everyday. But as it were, Lifen looked so small and fragile that Belladonna only let out a tiny squeak at her soft words.
"You are marvelously skilled with fabrics. I know you may not be interested in joining our club, but if you ever have a spare moment I would absolutely love to get your opinion on a few outfits." A little bounce was interjected, something Belladonna couldn't have stopped even if she wanted. "Well, I find that bucking tradition every once in a while tends to work for the best." She offered Lifen a wink, before she noticed that Sal and Mort had finished their work.

Bad move, little zombie. Now Belladonna knew you could dress others and obviously yourself. In a flash it became a personal goal of the witch's to get her dearest zombies into more suits.
"Ok? OK? Mort, that's amazing! Its-its!" The world stopped as the witch curled her hands under chin and her eyes grew wide, imaginary sparkles appearing around her face. "Its perfect!" With all the tittering of a mother hen, the witch launched herself to Sal and began to fuss and coo over him, fingers poking a fabric here, straightening his jacket there. "Splendid! Marvelous, my Hecate you boils do work wonders! I am oh so proud and just! Ah!" For once, Belladonna could not think of anything and instead gave Sal a quick hug on his arm before she threw herself at Mort.
She didn't even have time to wave at Alexander and his mother, of which she felt absolutely terrible over and hoped she would run into them later and make a proper introduction.
But for now, she'd make do with cooing happily over Sal's transformation into a true Halloween gentleman.

Oh look, it was that one chick. And she was running this booth. What a small world. "Ya know, a little more black to your booth would look decent. Its not my favorite color but its close. Perhaps red. Now there is a color! I like that color. Although brown really is my least favorite."

Ravnos wasn't heavy into fashion designing. Sure he liked to look good and about 99% of the time he looked amazing. So the thought of having to mix different types of clothing of various styles, colors and textures the boil's brain couldn't quite grasp the concept. Who would want to make a horrible outfit? Wasn't the point of clothes to look stunning and sexy when you were in them? Never mind being stunning and sexy out of them.

Walking up to the box, he randomly grabbed ten clothing items. A couple shirts, vests, pants, a scarf. Just stuff jumbled together. "One can never have enough shirts ya know." He directed his attention towards the Witch again. "I like shirts but I don't mind not wearing shirts either." Returning back to the task at hand he began piecing together an outfit. "Do you wear petticoats, Pinkie? I hear they call them underskirts or waist slips in some places."

Stepping back, he examined his work. Not too bad he might say so himself. With what he had to work with.

Score: 30 + 20 = 50

It was unfortunate that Belladonna had missed the little watery ghoul the first time, but now that she was back the witch paid special attention to Poke. For a moment she blinked at the ghoul's skellyphone screen before she stifled a laughter behind her hands.
"Oh that's just terrible..." The witch murmured before she smiled at her. Patiently she waited for her reply and was more than pleased to find her answer was not pink. "Pineapple is a rather unfortunate shade..." She agreed with a tilt of her head, as well as presentation of fashionable bow.

"Oh, hello Ravnos! Yes, I would have liked more black in my booth too, but I just didn't want to over do it, you know?" She replied with a wave. His outfit was rather good, though she quietly nodded along with while he talked and dressed. At his questions (and nickname) she blinked quite heavily, a bit confused at his question as well as the fact that he knew a proper name for a petticoat.
"E-everyday if I can help it! School uniforms don't really require them though, so not right now...Not that I make a habit of wearing school uniforms. I just thought it best for this occasion..." She replied, a small bit of glitter in her eyes as she handed him the bow. Please join our club... We need more boils...

"T-otally is, Pineapple is a horrible color" Poke replied, also glad to see she 'approved' of her picture. She was also amazed that pineapple was a actual color, but then fashion people had the weirdest names for everything, it must have existed. "You...er, have a very nice outfit" The dragon then said, listening in on the conversation with the other boil. School uniforms? Like hell she was wearing something like that!

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