Stitch Eight [Visual]

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[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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...C-coffee? [But his eyes drifted as well. Sometimes his mind wandered even in the middle of work, and he just drew what was in mind. A small pegasus did like to wander on his sketches frequently these days...]

Yeah, I think a break might work. Got a ton of messages. Lotta work to do later.

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[She nodded and turned on her hooves, heading towards the door.]

The fresh air should help us too. [Since they both pretty much just had their own personal panic attacks.]

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[He had to wonder if it was normal to have mental bluescreens. Kanji hurried to the door to get it, but paused to get his keys from the kitchen table, plastic strap of it caught in his mouth.]

[Fresh... fresh air was good right now.]