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Post by Dussie on Mar 11, 2014 16:20:10 GMT -5
Roz took the jacket. She gave it a flip in her hands to look it over. "Mmm." She murmured. It looked alright. "Alright. To your room then." She turned around and headed up a short stairwell. She kept a fast pace until she'd slipped he jacket off and concealed her package. She stepped into his room and left it on a chair, and unzipped her jumpsuit down to the waist. The only thing she wore underneath it was a thin, almost sheer, shirt, so she kept her back to him until she closed his jacket. Rolling her arms and flipping up the hood, she adjusted it a little, trying in vain to loosen the chest in the hopes that it might have had a weird fold. The sleeves were just a tad too long for her and she realized then why Austin had approached Aiden first. At the very least it fit her alright and her shoulders came close to filling it in. "I kinda feel a pinch in the sleeve under my right armpit. It feels like it's constricting right there." She only mentioned it because since it was a tad too big, nothing should be restricting. "Otherwise I think it's a good cut." She did a kind-of spin so he could see it all around, the upper part of her jumpsuit flailing a little as it hung down to her calves.
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Post by Dashie on Mar 12, 2014 13:35:39 GMT -5
Austin followed behind Roz, which was weird because they were going into his room, but he noticed her take off her jacket carefully. The way she handled it, the way she hid the coat and defended something within made him think that she had drugs in there. It would be right of course, Roz was a peasant from the lower levels and it was impossible for her to not be addicted to something. She put her jacket on a chair and he made sure to sit on the chair opposite. When she pointed out that the arm was pinching, Austin was up next to her, inspecting the arm. "What was I thinking? No no no. This arm's bottom is far too high and baggy here!" he continued like that for about five minutes, taking measurements and adjusting places on the fly. "I apologize for making you wear what is quite clearly trash. These stitches are all wrong, and the arm should have been apparent from the get go. I have a lot of things to do before this is even worthy to put on display." he unzipped the jacket and took it off Roz, not even trying to glance at anything while he took the jacket in his hands. When he realized what he'd done he turned bright red. "S-sorry."
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Post by Dussie on Mar 12, 2014 15:59:21 GMT -5
Roz just kind of smirked as Austin spazzed a little about the jacket. He was so passionate about his work. It was one snag and he acted like he'd handed her clothes from the gutter. She thought it was fine, to be honest, but she did't exactly have an eye for it. But suddenly he unzipped the outerwear and tugged it off of her in disgust at his work and left her dazed for a moment. By the time she realized what had happened he was blushing and she could feel some color coming into her cheeks from embarrassment. As quickly as she could she pulled up the rest of her jumpsuit and zipped it shut, running a hand through her hair nonchalantly, "Don't worry about it." She quickly put the focus back on his jacket, "Don't be so hard on yourself. One mistake doesn't make the piece a travesty." She gestured to the sleeve and said, "You could just let out the stitch and take in the bag right there, right?" Smooth transition is she did say so herself.
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Post by Dashie on Mar 13, 2014 9:20:57 GMT -5
"No, if you hadn't pointed this out this jacket would have to be used for protection because anyone who notices my shoddy craftsmanship will assume that the person wearing this doesn't belong. I don't know you guys very well, but if I'm in charge of making clothes that will protect you and your identity, then I cannot fail. Every stitch has to be perfect. It would be like if you took a wrong turn and accidentally ran over a civilian. " Austin explained. He folded up the jacket, noting the changes that he had to make. It didn't really matter to him anyway, they were nothing to him. Everyone was nothing to him except a quick moment or a mannequin anyway. His own parents were worthless to him, having given up everything on a bet that ended poorly for them. "I need to go fix this. Why don't you take your jacket down to your room while I fix this? It won't take long, and I think I might have some more for you to test out." it was always times like this when a strange shadow came over him. Something that reminded him of his family always brought this with it, a bitterness at his lot in life. He'd been so lucky with his silver spoon, but the day they took it out of his mouth, he missed the taste of easy living. No scrounging for food, no begging for material, and no Assassins or Templars. His eyes were watering because of the contacts, and he set down the jacket again and walked to his nightstand to remove them. Once he was done, he blinked his brown eyes and rubbed them. He adjusted his glasses so he could see better and started work on the jacket again, deftly ripping apart the seam, adjusting the material, and sewing the sleeve back properly.
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