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 Posted: Sat Mar 12, 2016 9:57 pm
It was the first time Galan had stepped inside a fabric shop. He had been expecting colour and texture, yes, but not...this array.
There were bolts of fabrics arranged in circles from the same collection, wending through the season's colour palettes. There were walls of fabrics of rolled bolts. Racks of zippers and boxes of buttons. There were closures and tools, needles and threads. There were rows of laces, piles of faux furs, shimmering folds of sequins, lush hanging velvets, collected patterns...
Galan swooned in delight, actually swooned.
He was not surprised when Ganymede squeezed past him on the threshold, making an effort not to actually touch him as he passed. Galan wasn't sure if he was embarrassed by his Goblin friend being a general spectacle, or if he just wanted to get this over and done with as quickly as possible.
With a deep breath, and failing entirely to sweep the stars from his eyes, Galan hurried after his glamorous friend. Still, he was rubbernecking, looking every which way, reaching out timidly to feel the different fabrics as he passed. He dearly wanted to do some studies, but now was not the time or place. He had hoped to buy a few samples to take home, but now that he was here he knew it would be impossible to narrow down his choices.
Leaning in as close as he dared to Ganymede he whispered curiously, "What are we looking for?"
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Posted: Sat May 21, 2016 11:52 am
Ganymede really was trying to be friendly, but it was a lot harder than people made it out to be. Or maybe he was just broken, or something. Either way, he probably shouldn't have slid past Galan like that - too bad it had already happened.
Nightmare Notions was almost like a second home to the small geist. He spent a rather large amount of time in the store, browsing the selection, listening to tailors and seamstresses talk about their projects... But it was the first time he'd ever brought someone else with him. He preferred shopping in solitude - something about the idea of having someone watch him while he sorted through the bolts of fabric made him feel... what was the word... Embarrassed? It was a stupid feeling anyway so he tried to ignore it.
He glanced to Galan, noting the Goblin seemed almost overwhelmed by the variety. "The selection doesn't change a lot so you can come back and look at it later, you know." He blinked, then quirked a brow at the question. Oh...he'd forgotten to tell him, hadn't he? "Stretch denim, for pants. It should be down here..." Ganymede nodded his head forward, then made his way down the aisle towards the bottomweights.
Cerl Temius 500 years later, i finally respond
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Posted: Sun May 22, 2016 1:44 pm
Galan felt Ganymede's energy close off once more. His brain raced through possible reasons: he was in business mode and needed to focus; he was uncomfortable in public and possibly embarrassed by Galan's enthusiasm; he knew the attendants in the shop and wanted to be seen as cool; he too was overwhelmed by the choices and narrowing his focus by pulling in...
Whatever the true reason, all of these options lead to one answer: Galan was in the way. He gulped silently and hung back a little, trying his best not to crowd his friend, but also wanting to observe and to learn.
So he kept his ears primed for when Ganymede started to shift through bolts and meandered his way after him. He left his fingers and tail slide over the different fabrics, enjoying the textures of laces, satins, wools... And all the while, he kept pointedly avoiding eye-contact with the shop clerks because he didn't want to divert their focus from Ganymede who was a more prospective client by far.
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Posted: Sun Sep 25, 2016 9:41 pm
Alright... Ganymede wasn't an expert in body language - no, some might say he was just barely learning how to decipher it - but even he could tell something was up. Did he say something? What was it?? He tried to think back on -- oh... He supposed maybe telling Galan that he could just come back and view things at a later time might come off as dismissive, but honestly. He wasn't trying to be dismissive. Gods, why did he have to get along with someone so sensitive?
It took him a moment to locate the denim he wanted, but once he found it he carefully pulled the bolt from the shelf, then turned to look at Galan. "...Do you want to get anything? Since we're here?" He quirked a brow, head tilted just slightly to one side. Maybe if he tried to engage Galan in selecting his own fabric, the goblin would calm down or something.
Cerl Temius 1000 years later, i finally respond
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 12:12 am
Galan was lifting the edge of a chenille, letting the delicate fabric ripple and sway between his fingers, admiring the play between light and gravity to adjust the translucency and colour of the thin cloth. He was taking mental notes furiously, trying to impress every nuance to memory when Ganymede addressed him.
Galan jumped a mile and smiled sheepishly, glancing up to find his friend with a bolt under one arm, staring at him pointedly. "Well... Actually, I just needed samples for painting practise. Do you know if they sell cuttings or bolt ends, or scraps or something? I don't need a lot, just a few samples that I can drape over a chair for studies..." Was that a weird question? It felt like a weird thing to ask...
nepsah *Welcomes with open arms*
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Posted: Fri Sep 30, 2016 10:19 am
Oh, crap. He'd startled him. That was not what he'd been aiming for at all... He blinked at the question though, then nodded. "Yeah, they sell remnants all the time. Here." He motioned for Galan to follow him, then carefully made his way back out into the main walkway of the store. From there, he turned to walk back to the cutting counter which had several things piled up around it... extra scissors, assorted thread, some fabric tape/glue... But he passed it, instead continuing to a little rolling contraption labeled "remnants, 50% off."
"Here, these are anywhere from just under a yard to like, six inches. You can't make them any smaller than this since they're sold as-is, and its really just based off of what other people left behind... but if you really want something else that isn't in here you can ask them for a small sample." He shrugged. Gods, that was the most he'd spoken this trip.
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Posted: Wed Oct 05, 2016 9:13 am
Galan offered a warm smile and nodded,looking over the options in the remnants bin. The paper coils on them spoke to their composition and quantity, as well as a flat price. Going through, he pulled out a piece of wet-look black vinyl, a bit of red velvet, a soft blue chiffon, a white gingham cotton, and a vibrant emerald Duponi silk taffeta. Oh, but there were others he would have loved to take home! Galan hummed and hawed, tail longingly stroking some of the other choices, but his arms were full and his budget more than met.
Looking back up to Ganymede, he offered a breathy self-depricating laugh. "Honestly, I don't know how you narrow down your search in here! You must have a room at home just bursting with fabric!" Edging away from the racks lest he try to snatch up more he looked around. "Well, these don't need cutting...so I suppose to the till?"
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