[Text] UN: MegaRobo3000

[leekspins]

I'm going to take commissions for suits and dresses! I know we have a lot of people on campus who have unconventional body shapes, and that probably makes shopping in town pretty tough. But I think I can manage to sew something nice for anyone who needs it!

Mostly I just need the money to cover materials, so it shouldn't be too expensive unless you want really expensive fabric. The extra pocket money wouldn't hurt, of course, ha ha! Swaps are okay too if you can make something you think I'd need.

Let me know! I'll need at least a week or two of advanced notice so I have plenty of time to work on projects between classes and assignments.

If there really is going to be a ball, then I hope to see everyone there!

Comments

[leekspins]

Well... It's pretty minor, but if you could get the window to open and close without sticking or making any sounds, that would be awesome! But don't worry about it. This is good for my sewing training, so you're still helping me either way!

[unpocoloco]

Ah! Yes! That one's an easy one. I just need to borrow a screwdriver and a sander from the shop class, get a little lubricant spray, and I'll need about, lets say, two hours to make sure I've got everything ready before I put the window back in all fixed. You're free to stay in the room at that time, it'll just be kind of cold.

[leekspins]

Only if you want me too! I can find other places to be pretty easily if you don't want any distractions. I'll let my roommate know too! Thank you!

[unpocoloco]

Ah, I'm not worried about being distracted. If you don't mind the cold you're free to stick around and I'll show you a bit of what I'm doing. That way, in any future homes, you can fix it yourself too!

But don't thank me yet, you haven't seen the damage I've got to be prepared.

[leekspins]

I accept this challenge! Drop by any time.

[unpocoloco]

Haha, alright, I might be a few days. I've got a few important things on my plate and a good pile other minor repairs around the school, but after that I'll let you know and I'll be there.

[leekspins]

That's okay, it's not urgent! You can drop off whatever you need mended in the meantime.

[unpocoloco]

[As requested, the clothes are dropped off, set in an old cardboard box with a note set on top, detailing that these are the clothing pieces he's looking to get mended. He's even helpfully illustrated what's wrong with each piece. Somewhat.

It's not that his art is bad, it's fairly okay in fact, but what he draws as simple holes on paper is much worse on the fabric. Fabric which is not only horribly frayed at even the good ends of each, but also has been faded and weather stained to discoloration, all of it really just unpleasant to touch. The note says it was washed thoroughly but it still smells like death. Sorry Orihime.

The pieces included are a blue-violet jacket, missing one sleeve and the other tearing off at the shoulder. The back is shredded to lopsidedness and there's a hole in the middle like the wearer was maybe stabbed there.

The striped pants are, amazingly, in even worse condition, one side torn off at the knee. The other leg is only torn above the ankle, a whole worn through the knee. It's a disaster, just like the man himself. Good luck.]

[leekspins]

[The box is returned that evening. It doesn't smell terrible. In fact, it doesn't smell at all. Opening the box shows his clothes...in remarkably pristine condition. The threads seem new, and none of the cloth has been worn down in any places. It's neatly ironed as well, making his suit crisp and as new as it was the day it was made.]

[How did she do it?]

[Sore wa himitsu desu.]

[unpocoloco]

[He'd figured a patch or two. He'd figured some slightly-off fabric matching and maybe a trim or two where he'd just hide the scraps away. He didn't even consider improving the quality of the cloth, that hadn't crossed his mind.

But this...

He lifts the jacket out of the box, staring in absolute awe. The color is that in-between of purple and blue, but now bright with age. A second sleeve hangs opposite to the first one. It's lone enough to meet his waist and there isn't a hole in the back. There isn't anything.

The truth is, he's never seen this jacket in new condition. He'd never bought it. He'd wore what he died in but one day that had worn right out. And in those early days, the loss of his familia shook him harder than it did by the end. It had been some part necessity, to take things as they were left behind. But though neither he, nor anyone else in their group ever spoke so, he knew it to be sentimentality too.

He draws the jacket in and holds it tight to his chest, feeling like he could cry. He quickly gets it on then and goes to find the pants in the very same condition-- pristine.

He doesn't know how. By all means this should've been impossible. But she she did it.

And he owes her a lot more than just a fixed window now.]