[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!

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[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.]