oh dang! so you admit you were totally dodging the question, looks like we're getting somewhere folks!
[ The text comes through as Jake scrambles onto Chishiya's shoulder, barking at a "definitely real and not made up to be annoying" dog passing by the shop window outside. ]
Ah... [ The clerk begins, glancing from Jake back to Chishiya. ] The gala? The whole town is abuzz about it, we've had quite a few Federation officers through here to be fitted. Would you be interested in a bespoke suit? Our tailor can have your custom fitted suit ready in time for the gala, we just need to take a few measurements and make some fabric selections.
[ At that suggestion, Jake briefly forgets his barking ruse, turning to look at Chishiya and yip once, affirmatively, in his face. That one, do that. ]
Ah. Of course. He's... a very charming little fellow, isn't he. [ The clerk says with the practiced agreeableness that only came from working with a certain kind of clientele. A clientele that included individuals who insist upon the carrying around of their spoiled, poorly behaved lap dogs. ]
While dogs aren’t generally allowed in the fitting area, I’ll make an exception in your case. [ He smiles, gesturing elegantly toward a curtained area and nodding for Chishiya to follow. ]
( pretty sure this guy thinks you're rich, dude. don't blow it. )
Once I take your measurements, I can show you our fine collection of fabric options. We offer just about every color you could imagine, including custom hues if you'd prefer. Once you've made your selection, we can get to work discussing detailing; lapels, cuffs, buttons, stitching styles, tailoring...
[ Jake could already feel his eyes getting heavy as the clerk rattled off the seemingly innumerable features that he and Chishiya would be discussing. Thankfully, the entertainment value of the man was ultimately immaterial when matched with the thrill of biting Chishiya's hand whenever he strayed toward anything tasteful or classy. Not on Jake's watch, buddy.
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[ The text comes through as Jake scrambles onto Chishiya's shoulder, barking at a "definitely real and not made up to be annoying" dog passing by the shop window outside. ]
Ah... [ The clerk begins, glancing from Jake back to Chishiya. ] The gala? The whole town is abuzz about it, we've had quite a few Federation officers through here to be fitted. Would you be interested in a bespoke suit? Our tailor can have your custom fitted suit ready in time for the gala, we just need to take a few measurements and make some fabric selections.
[ At that suggestion, Jake briefly forgets his barking ruse, turning to look at Chishiya and yip once, affirmatively, in his face. That one, do that. ]
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[He makes some attempt to rearrange Jake so the dog can no longer attempt to climb over his shoulder as he addresses the clerk again.]
Sorry. I guess I should really get him into some sort of training boot camp. He gets terrible separation anxiety, you see; he can’t be left alone.
[He says all this with the utmost performative regret, before adding:]
I’d definitely be interested in a bespoke suit.
[Did he agree to this because of Jake’s approval or to help ensure they don’t get kicked out on their asses? Hard to say.]
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While dogs aren’t generally allowed in the fitting area, I’ll make an exception in your case. [ He smiles, gesturing elegantly toward a curtained area and nodding for Chishiya to follow. ]
( pretty sure this guy thinks you're rich, dude. don't blow it. )
Once I take your measurements, I can show you our fine collection of fabric options. We offer just about every color you could imagine, including custom hues if you'd prefer. Once you've made your selection, we can get to work discussing detailing; lapels, cuffs, buttons, stitching styles, tailoring...
[ Jake could already feel his eyes getting heavy as the clerk rattled off the seemingly innumerable features that he and Chishiya would be discussing. Thankfully, the entertainment value of the man was ultimately immaterial when matched with the thrill of biting Chishiya's hand whenever he strayed toward anything tasteful or classy. Not on Jake's watch, buddy.
They were going to be here awhile.]