mylittlejamjar | Stitch Eight [Visual]

[It's a familiar apartment if anybody saw the video of an earth pony on guitar. But there's some commotion, hooves clicking against the floor somehow rather than the usual clop. But nobody's in view...]

A'right! I'm open for commissions! The Gala's comin' up real fast, but I can take on as many orders as I can and get 'em done, damn it!

[Then, a sigh.]

Just drop a scroll, got it? ...And for those who want a sample, here's somethin' I just kinda threw together.

[Samples? What's he mea-- oh. Oh that's definitely a stallion trotting into view of the 'camera', wearing an ornate white dress with lace and pearl, something that couldn't be 'thrown together' if anybody tried. He'd even styled his mane to match, and kicked a back leg to show the flow of the skirts. Well, at least he doesn't look embarrassed to be in the stuff. In fact, he looks awfully comfortable.]

Could be as simple or as fancy as ya want it, but you gotta be able to walk in the stuff, got it? I ain't takin' orders for 30-foot dress trains. You'll thank me later.

[Did he just do a little mane flip? He just did a little mane flip.]

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Woooooooooow...........

[Sorry, she's staring at the pretty pretty dress.]

A-and you wear it really well, too...

Yeah? Th-thanks.

Heh... I was all fired up to defend myself, but then I forget where I am.

So what's up? Y'want me to take a shot at a dress for ya at the Gala?

Its true.

[He definitely rocks it way better than she would.]

Not for me. I don't know if I'm going to go.

A-actually, there's someone I know who I'm pretty sure will be going to the Gala. He's gone every year, from what I know, so it would make sense...

If he wants somethin' to wear, I'd be happy to put somethin' together.

But... why won't you go? It sounds like fun.

I didn't really have that much fun when I went.

~~[That and abilities got switched, among other things.]~~

A-anyhow, yeah. I'm sure I can get him to you for a fitting...somehow.

[Alright... he needed to see if this girl comes anyway and give her a hand. But until then-]

Sure. What's his name?

Dante.

[...Oh right.]

He's red with white hair, you absolutely can't miss him if you don't know him.

Oh, Dante! I know 'im. I can hook him up. Thanks for the tip.

[Ah, crap, he's being rude again.]

Hey, uh, what's your name? Sorry- I'm kinda bad at introductions. I'm Kanji.

Oh, its ok. I'm awful at them too.

I'm Homura.

Nice to meetcha, Homura. [He flicked the ear the pencil was seated on and caught it in his mouth, twisting it to be held by a corner.]

...Maybe ya don't wanna go, but... how 'bout I draw up some dressy stuff anyway and show ya?

Y'know, just in case ya change your mind and wanna go check out the Gala with your friends.

Oh, you really don't have to. I don't...

~~[...have friends...?]~~

...think I'm going to change my mind.

...Oh. Okay.

I'll go track Dante and see about gettin' him fixed up. I'll show ya more dresses or a suit or two I've chucked together sometime! Just for fun. I don't get too many chances to wear this kinda stuff.

[Regardless, she'll have her scroll notify her of a message a couple of hours after this conversation, bearing a drawing of her in a small field of flowers, wearing a longer-skirted dress with floral-patterned lace. Her braids were tied into one over a shoulder, decorated with small butterfly clips. There's Kanji's signature in the corner. Sometimes you just want to draw for the hell of it, and she seemed very sad.]

[Well, she does receive it. She stares at the picture, eyes wide. She...she looks so happy in this picture...not a mean happy...and her hair...

She rolls the scroll up and rubs her eyes. She can't look at it anymore. Not right now.]

Edited 2015-05-01 22:33 (UTC)

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