The Neeping Shirt [Crafting/Capsule]

[Shiranui]

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Notes: Dun judge me >_<

Words: 508

Crafting Progress: 0%

Tags: Capsule

Shiranui had never been the impatient type. His morning routine began with the usual rituals: breakfast and grooming (though now he had to brush his tails to keep it from turning into a fuzzy mess). Then, he took his seat behind the desk to begin craftwork. The client: one of his guildmates, Capsule. The request: a strange shirt-like piece of cloth. They had communicated via telepathy, and the alf had specified a peculiar design for her shirt. The woman wanted it for sentimental reasons, so Shira decided not to poke fun of her choice of clothing. “...I would like an article of vanity clothing. It uh...doesn't have to be a 'quality' item. It's something I used to have and liked wearing, even if it was falling apart. I don't know why I censored my own design,” she mentioned. Shira snickered. Where do people get words like “neep,” anyway?

The tailor pulled back the drawer in his desk, the loosely organized tools and materials shuffled and clattered as he did so. The tailor liked making things for others, making this quite enjoyable. His three tails wagged around like a happy dog’s tail would. An item like this was a good start in raising his crafting skill. “Alright. Let’s see, here…” mumbled Shira as he rustled through his materials. “Here we go: silk, fabric and thread.” He pulled out the rolls of silk and fabric and spread them, and laid them on the back of his seat. He took out the spool of thread, with a few needles wedged in, and placed them on top of the desk.

First, the materials need to be cut. He could ignore the use of scissors and use brute force, given the shirt’s design, but doing that may result into tearing the fabric up too much or too little. He would have to do that later once the finished product is done. Shiranui pulled out the scissors and was about to begin cutting the fabric when he realized that he didn’t know what size he was going to make the shirt. I probably should have asked. Wouldn’t want anything too loose now, would we? He brought out the menu and opened his friends list. He had not added a lot of people yet, so it was easy to find the person he was looking for. He clicked on Capsule’s name and clicked call. He could hear a dial tone like the ones used on phones as he waited for someone to pick up on the other end.

“Capsule, hey! This is about the shirt you wanted me to make for you. Are you free? Could you come over to the shop? Because there’s an issue concerning the size of the shirt and I wanted to make sure it isn’t too loose or too tight… Really? Wonderful! The shop’s just outside the Cathedral in Westminster Abbey. Thank you for your cooperation!” When the call ended, Shiranui rustled through his things again to find the tape measure and waited for the alf to arrive.

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[Capsule]

Muse:
Map Theme B - Xibalba[Extended]

Notes:
Archduke Franz Ferdinand

Tags:
Shiranui

Words:
1142

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Capsule did not usually make requests, but when she did… "A-ah! Vielen Dank!" She was glad that the Fox-tail had agreed to accept her request, even if it did sound a little strange. The short she wanted would be similar to one she had had over the years, though she requested that the word "neep" be censored to "neep." "Neep" was also another word for turnip - or so she had read. People would think her weird when she wore it, but the woman did not care. She would just be glad to have something that reminded her of her world in this game, even if it was something as small as a t-shirt. Of course, Shira required that she come to her "shop" for measurements. Obtaining an awkwardly fitting shirt could be disastrous.

"Come along, Duke! We're going to see a friend," she said to the little owl perched on a haphazard pile of wood. Inside that little pile was an empty space, big enough for Franz Ferdinand (Duke) to nestle down in and sleep. He or she (sexing an owl was something Capsule knew little of, so she just referred to it as a male) was still a bit shy and recovering from a broken wing. The owl spread his wings and gave a soft "hoot!" before hopping down onto the bare flooring, where it looked even smaller than usual. "Come on, now. I think you'll like Shira - she's a summoner." The owl might not like the Carbuncle summon, though; predators were not often found of each other.

The owl twisted his head from side to side as it regarded her with its standard glare, but hopped forward after a few moments to inspect her feet. The owl was still very much wary of her, but she felt the two of them were growing closer each day. "Here." She slowly stooped down to avoid spooking it, and held out a hand littered with its favorite seeds. The owl stared at her hand for a few seconds, and then began pecking at the seeds within. Capsule reached down with her other hand and gently seized the owl by its feet. It fluttered his good wing in a fit of nerves, but calmed down once she had his feet firmly in her fingers. This was just one way to hold an owl, as stated by a bird lover she knew who had turned an old building into an aviary.

Duke was too content to eat his seeds to complain when Capsule lifted him into the air, only throwing up his wings to stabilize his balance. It would be a while before she could truly call the bird a pet, but it was sure to come back if it left - for food, of course. Her mother always said that one should never feed a stray dog, as it was bound to return in the hopes of being fed again.

The owl straightened up and squinted as they stepped outside into the morning air. He lifted his good wing and covered his face to shield it from the oppressive sunlight. "Sorry. I forgot that owls are nocturnal." It was still early enough for the bird to be fine, though he would probably sleep the rest of the day once they were home. She slowly opened her hand to allow the bird to hop onto her arm, where it perched for a few minutes, swaying in the gentle breeze, before hopping onto her shoulder. She stroked the underside of his head and was rewarded with a soft cooing noise. Duke may have been wild, but he still enjoyed the simpler pleasures of a pet. Like a cat, though, he would nip at her fingers when he was tired of being petted.

The two of them received a few odd stares from the People of the Land and Adventurers alike, attention that Capsule had long grown to ignore back in the real world. She had had some anxiety in the past over her self-consciousness, but learned in the end that worrying only caused her needless stress. As such, she gradually adjusted to what she often perceived as excessive attention, and realized that the whole world was not ogling her like she thought. It was maddeningly hard at first, but well worth it in the end. She wouldn't change it if she could, and would be appalled by the mere thought of doing so.

Capsule arrived at Shira's little desk outside of Westminster Abbey a few minutes later, munching on an apple she had stopped to plunder buy from a fruit stall vendor. Her magic bag was filled with similar apples she had absconded with, and would gladly share with Shira. With the Fox-tail's help, they could eat up the evidence in a matter of minutes.

"Ooooiiiii! Shiranui~!" She waved to the Fox-tail with the arm that Duke was latched onto, making the bird scowl even more than usual. "I brought some apples by way of thanks - if you even eat them, anyway." She felt a bit giddy, though that was to be expected after successfully nicking something and avoiding detection for doing so. That old woman she had robbed blind literally was blind, and had not suspected a thing.

"And if not, we can get started right away, if you're busy." She wouldn't mind staying to chat for a little bit; Shira was a friend and could offer speech in return, unlike Duke who mostly made hoots and the very odd chirrup. The owl lowered its body to Capsule's shoulder as it squinted down at the Fox-tail. "So, uh…" Her voice trailed off as she spotted the tape measure along with Duke. The sudden realization that Shira's shop was outside, where the whole world (or, to be more specific, clergymen and respawning Adventurers) could see made her a little shy. She had always hated going to be measured for bra sizes, even when those were usually done in the more secluded sections, like outside of changing rooms. It was embarrassing, but at least she could keep her shirt on. It was also that part of the store only women and the rare pervert stopped by, so it wasn't too frightening. But -

She leaned forward, her face now as red as a plum. In the lowered tone of a fellow conspirer, Capsule asked, "I'm not going to have to strip, am I?" Had she known that Shira was not actually female, she would not have asked, but requested that she kept her shirt on for the measuring. She'd probably also die a little on the inside at knowing she almost let some guy who wasn't her husband see her topless. Was it sexist? Probably, but there were things the sexes felt safer doing around other members, where things could get weird or awkward.

[Shiranui]

“Ooooiiiii~”

The tailor turned to see the his customer approach. With a friend, it seemed. The little owl’s big piercing eyes were tilted to an annoyed scowl. From this, he could deduce that Capsule has had a change of subclass lately- specifically, Animal Trainer. It seemed as though she hadn’t quite worked on it as of yet; she and the owl didn’t look particularly close. Shira wasn’t even sure if they were close period. Still, it could be that the skill was at level one. He wondered if he, a Summoner, could get along with the creature, as well; being a Summoner means being an ally to fantastical, mystical creatures, after all. How bad could a small owl be?

“I brought some apples by way of thanks - if you even eat them, anyway.” Shira didn’t mind, but he would have preferred if she didn’t bring any. She was to be his first customer, and that entitled a one-time payless service. He didn’t want to be rude and decline the apples she had gone through the trouble to bring him. That said, there were a lot of apples in her bag. Where did she get that many anyway? Not that it mattered; internally, Shira was joyously whooping at the payment he received. Remember: “It is rude to decline big gifts. The person giving it to you sees that you’re worth the trouble!” That was a thing his mother would say during Christmas whenever he felt embarrassed for receiving gifts that were “too much.” Though now that I think about it, that’s how the Trojans fell.

“Why thank you, Cap and owlette. I’d love to eat them now, but we still have work to do~” said Shira. Then...

“I’m not going to have to strip, am I?”

The tailor definitely didn’t see that one coming. The thought of actually opening the shop in a building he would own one day was at the bottom of the list of things to think about at the moment. “Um… uh… n-no, of course not,” said Shira, a slight stutter escaping. He felt a bead of sweat trickle down the side of his face. “We could just d-do it with your clothes on-- The measuring, I mean…” The lad felt his composure waver a little bit as he realized what he was about to do. More specifically, what he has to touch. The slight red tints on his cheeks were fading in.

“A-arms up a bit, please?”

[Capsule]

Muse:
Get Lucky

Notes:
I fluffed my post up a bit. <3

Tags:
Shiranui

Words:
559

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'Today I learned that Shira stutters when she's nervous.' But why was Shira nervous? It was a simple, albeit awkward, question between two females - or so she thought. Still, it was a relief for her to keep her clothes on. There was no way she could strip out here - not out in the open, in front of the Cathedral, and she would still feel uncomfortable exposing herself. Besides family and pets, Capsule was sure no one else had seen her in the buff before.

Being "felt up" was another thing entirely. The boys in the schools she had attended were fond of flipping skirts and slapping rumps. Capsule was a prime target, and learned to run away or avoid said boys when she had to. Her brothers helped when they could, but they couldn't be there for her every time. It was probably horrible to think of this now, as Shira was asking her to comply with the measuring, but it was all she could think of. 'It's not like she's going to touch you inappropriately or anything.' The comment about "doing it with your clothes on" sounded like innuendo, though. She was pretty sure that was called "dry humping"- 'Ugh. These thoughts are embarrassing.' It might be even more so for the reader, depending on morals and standards.

Capsule forced herself to think of happy, cleaner thoughts as she placed the bag of apples down and shooed Duke away. The small owl gave an even smaller hoot, before hopping away and settling down at the front of Shira's desk. Capsule then took a step back and slowly brought her arms up, stretching them out to the side like she did when she was being measured for bras. 'I still wish she had a folding screen or something for this.' She could feel the stares already, even though she could not see anyone actually around. 'The things I do for sentimental value and slight fashion…' Okay, there was probably nothing fashionable about her old shirt, unless rips and tears were what the kids considered to be “fashionable” nowadays. She honestly wouldn’t know; keeping up with fashion was never a priority to her, and unlike some other people struggling in the poverty line, Capsule put food and other necessities above looking chic or “fashionaaabluh.” She was a simple person with an even simpler wardrobe: shirts, a few good blouses, jeans, a pair of sneakers and some sturdy boots.

The “Neep” shirt was the one she wore when she was lounging around her apartment, and was thus often used as sleepwear. It was also worn on laundry day or when she was doing some “dirty” work, and had once made an appearance at a local concert. That shirt had survived many things, from being yanked at by an aggressive dog, to being shrunk from its original size, which was two sizes larger in the men’s department. It was an old hand me down from her second to oldest brother, and was long enough to serve as a short “dress” before she had gotten her “growth spurt.” It wasn’t much, and the original should probably be trashed, but it was hers and had gone through many things with her throughout the years. That shirt could almost be considered a security blanket, and was just what she needed in this world.

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[attr="class","postcontent"]You are just measuring the body. Don't think of anything else. Focus, he thought to himself. Shiranui started with the sleeve measurements, wrapping the tape around Capsule's bicep and slightly loosening it. Once he had memorized the number, he measured the length of the sleeve. He pressed one end of the tape on the tip of her shoulder and stretched it up to an inch-and-a-half above the pivoting point of the elbow. The next thing he had to measure was the neck. The tailor noticed for a moment how focused he was on just measuring. Well, that wasn't too bad-- No, wait... I haven't gotten to that part, yet. He gulped.

"T-t-tell me if it's too t-tight." The stuttering slightly got stronger. He was measuring from behind Capsule, so she wouldn't see him blushing so much. He put his around her upper torso, with the end of one tape in one of his hands. He reached his hand across, to transfer the tape to his other hand. Doing so, his hand bumped into something soft and squishy-- Shutupshutupshutup, don't think about it! The numbers, the numbers! He pulled the tape back and loosened it no matter what Capsule would say--Wow, that's a big number... He shook that thought off his head and continued to the last part. All that was left was the waist. He did that as quick as as he can to finally get it over with. He briskly opened his desk to take out the materials he needed. Not only did he forget that he already laid them all on the desk, he also forgot the amount of apples and owl on it. Everything fell onto the ground (except the owl, which hooted angrily and roosted atop Capsule's shoulder).

"*gasp*, すみません！すみません！すみません―！” Shira uttered, bowing for each apology repeatedly. His face was flustered and embarrassed. Way to keep things professional there, Shirayuki.

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[Capsule]

Muse:
Blackmill

Notes:
Da da da~.

Tags:
Shiranui

Words:
503

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Capsule could not help but tense up a bit as Shira moved behind and out of her field of vision. That made her nervous, even more so than being measured from the front. Being measured from the front would result in a few awkward moments of being close to each other, but at least she would have been able to keep track of Shira's actions. That luxury was lost from the back, and made her feel just a teensy bit vulnerable. 'How long do I have to stand still like this?' It took less time to measure a bra, but but the again this was for a shirt.

The tape measurer felt a little too tight for comfort, but she answered in the negative when prompted by Shira. 'Why are you lying?' She always lied when being measured, even if she was uncomfortable. Capsule disliked conflict, and avoided it whenever possible. There was also the fact that saying "yes" would delay the measuring for a somewhat longer time, and the prolonging of embarrassment and humiliation was something she hated more than anything. She winced a little when Shira's hand brushed against her bosom, and bit the inside of her cheek to refrain from squealing or jerking away. Little accidents like that were to be expected and surely Shira meant nothing by it.

The small sigh of relief she gave after being freed from the tape measurer was taken back when Shira accidentally knocked the apples and Duke over. She gave a soft cry of surprise as the owl fluttered up onto her shoulder, turning a set of angry eyes onto the fox tail responsible for disrupting his rest. Shira spouted a foreign phrase over and over again, bowing all the while. Capsule could only speak German and English, so she could only assume that the other woman was apologizing. That sounded Japanese, which made sense with Shira’s Asian features. "Ah, it's all right, Shira. Here." Duke gave a disapproving screech as she squatted down and began collecting the apples, which she stored within the bag and placed near the foot of the desk. "There. That should be a better place for it - I think so, anyway." It was less likely to get knocked over from that particular spot. "Uh, do you still need to measure me, or…?" She had never modeled for tailored outfits, so she had no idea how this was supposed to go.

She gave a little shrug after a moment, and went back to her previous position, with her arms extended out to the side. Maybe it was best to just retain this posture, after all. Capsule was ever the submissive and willing daughter, though she tried not to allow herself to be around people she did not know well. There were people (namely men) who would not hesitate to take advantage of her naturally submissive nature. It was one of many things that had made her hesitant of dating or making male friends, especially those of the heterosexual persuasion.

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[attr="class","postcontent"]There were small pools of tears in the corner of Shira's eye. The embarrassment was just too much. He quickly brushed away the tears with the tip of his scarf and took deep breaths. "O-okay..." It was good that he got the measurements, at least. It was just that the he did not know how to handle strange thoughts like the ones just then. It was one of the areas that were never mentioned during etiquette class. His hands trembling eased, partly from Capsule's calming voice. Did the Animal Trainer Subclass work on humans, as well?

In a tone more careful than usual, he said "It's okay. I got the numbers. Do you have anywhere to be at the moment? This is going to take a while. Not that I mind the company; I just don't want to keep you from anything." Duke was staring daggers into him while he spoke, as if saying "Seriously? How's a klutz like you still alive?" Shira avoided it's gaze and stared at the ground. There's the issue of comfort, though; Capsule doesn't have anywhere to be comfortable in and, now that Shira thought about it, having a shop outdoors wasn't exactly the best thing when hosting people. Still, it would be kind of blue if she left. He felt like he needed to make it up to her for the discomfort he put them both through. For starters, Shira decided that this tailoring service was going to be on him. I hope this just passes. I just can't deal with this... this... thing or whatever. Blegh.

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501

♪ ♫♪:
Don't Move

✏:
Lesdoit

@:
Shiranui

How much longer could this awkward tailoring session go on for? Capsule hoped that it would be over with soon enough - or as fast as Shira could knit the shirt, anyway. Why on earth had she thought it a good idea to set up shop out here, where the Landers that tended the Cathedral or the zombies recently deceased would rise from their false slumber? Sure, it was a good way to nab a customer or two, but Shira did not take the extra step of including a screen or curtain to block the area off for measuring and fitting. Capsule might just grab and stroke Shira's tails again, until the fox tail was squirming in frustration and issuing little yips of excitement - woah. Woah there missy, turn it back a notch or two.

Okay, so maybe she wouldn't mess with Shira's tails. Capsule was, however, curious about several things, mainly if the beast-like races could be "tamed" by Animal Trainers. If not tamed, maybe they could be influenced somehow? If so, that meant she could have an adorable little fox tail companion to keep her company or as entertainment. Shira was a member of the Dancer subclass, after all. The image of Shira dressed like an Arabic belly dancer flooded her mind as the other woman began speaking.

Capsule blinked, a little too caught up in her fantasy to respond immediately. "Oh, I have nowhere in particular to be today, so time is no issue." HAHAHAHA why the neep did she say that? Time had everything to do with it. It dictated how long she could tolerate being in the spotlight outside of the house of the dead and worship center. Duke, on the other hand, just ruffled his feathers and shot Shira a very telling glare. He clearly did not think much about the handsy little fox tail. Hopefully he would not do something stupid, like attempt to peck Shira's eyes out… not that he had any reason to. The owl was no raven or crow, after all.

An awkward silence hung over their heads like the sword of Damocles, and rather than allowing it to take control, Capsule decided to be the brave one and start a random topic. ”How are you…” No. That was dumb. It was not even an “open” question; something that could not be answered with one word. She had always found it difficult to answer such questions, which was why she tried to avoid asking them. Capsule was a woman that preferred substance to idle and useless chit chat. Should she ask Shira about work or guild stuff? Or even… personal stuff (nothing too personal like sex life, though). Why did socializing have to be so damned hard? ”Er, what have you been up to since the New Year’s Eve bash?” That seemed like a harmless enough question. She herself had been through quite a bit, what with Sarum and all. Shira was bound to have had a few interesting adventures.

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[attr="class","postcontent"]This tailoring session… a lot awkward than it should have been. Shira worked in silence after that; the sooner he could get this shirt done, the sooner he could dunk his head into a bucket of ice water. He opened up the game’s crafting menu, which allowed making basic shirts. The glowing green interface materialized. The tailor began adjusting the shirt’s parameters based on Capsule’s measurements, adding a little bit of allowance in size for comfort. With a press of a button, the shirt poofed into existence with a slight shimmer and landed smoothly on the desk. That made Shira chuckle a bit. Stay cool, pretend like it was on purpose.

The awkward silence was broken by Capsule’s query. It was nice of her to ask him how his hiatus went, it was subtle but it at least helped him relax. Shira pulled out a lighter fabric and traced the outline of the word neep with a piece of chalk. He drew it in a way that the block lettering is close together so he could just cut the whole thing out in one go. With his trusty scissors, he began finely cutting the word out so he could sew it onto the shirt. While he worked he spoke.

“Oh, uh… There was that one failed trip to Sarum.” The fox pulled out a scrap of paper from his pocket and held it out. “We were at Sarum for only about an hour or so ‘till we packed up and left due to some people mysteriously disappearing some time during the quest. I’ve been meaning to look for another party and when I found one, it was the most unsettling group I’ve ever come across. Vayne was with me that time, too. I don’t think I’ve seen him anywhere else other than that time and the Tea Party.”

Shira placed the word on top of the shirt. He pulled out thread from it’s spool and put a small part of the tip in his mouth. He pulled it out while pressing it between his lips. With the tip of the thread now firm and stiff, he inserted it through the hole in the needle. First with a little difficulty, then with the greatest of ease. His passive skill “Needlework” granted him the bonus dexterity to do so. He pulled the needle further and further along the thread until he got the right length, and then snapped the it free of its spool.

The fox felt like he could continue to rant about the things he did during his time away, but that got him wondering what Capsule did as well. And so, he asked with a sincere smile and a slightly joking tone “What about you, m'lady? What have you been up to?” He would finish his work while he listened to his customer’s story. Just like any old run-of-the-mill tailor in the real world… or were those bartenders?

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621

♪ ♫♪:
Ugly Betty

✏:
Just a few more... e e;

@:
Shiranui

Capsule watched as Shira fiddled with her interface, and blinked a little in surprise as a black shirt materialized, seemingly out of thin air, appeared. There was a light shimmer from the fabric as it floated down onto the desk’s top. So, this was how system generated tailoring went. She had never tried to make something with the system like this, not since she’d started playing on the Novasphere Pioneers expansion. It just did not feel… natural.

She was of the mind that system generated potions, drink and food would all taste like… well, system generated potions, drink and food, which was to say disgusting – or like soggy rice crackers, as some put it. Potions themselves did not taste too good, but she would rather take the medicinal flavoring over the lack of. It was just… bluh. No one wanted to ingest something tasteless or foul; she did not, at least, nor did the vast majority of players. They wanted real food and drink, and the discovery of good tasting beverages or food made from scratch nearly gave some people aneurysms. Capsule remembered that day all too well, and could feel her mouth slightly water as she eyed the bag of apples meant for Shira.

Stewed apples (made with cinnamon and nutmeg, of course) were just one of her favorite treats from childhood. Stewed apples and apple strudel, the latter of which she had requested from Caerbannog one day, were two of her favorites. How long ago had it been since she last had stewed apples? It was almost a shame that her crafting subclass was Pharmacist and not Chef, for she certainly would have tried her hand at making them, though nothing could beat her mother’s recipe. Staring at those apples was starting to make her hungry, so she distracted herself by paying attention to Shira’s tailoring and riveting tales of adventure.

”Ah, so you’ve been to Sarum, too? So have I! I’ve been a few times, actually. Once with a strange man named Saber, who was levels above me, yet had low leveled weapons and gear. We were going to scout out a castle, but well…” Suffice it to say, that little excursion had ended in failure. ”The second time, I partied up with a large group to clear out some golems, but half of the group got cold feet while we were in the middle of the fray, so we had to do what we could, even though two of us were Enchanters, and a few of the remaining members were kind of…” Incompetent was too strong of a word to use here. ”…Uncoordinated. It ended well enough, though. It was a little hectic, to be honest. I was supposed to be field monitor, but I don’t work well in groups like that. It’s easier when you’re around people you know and trust, right?” Okay, now she was just babbling. ”I’m glad to hear that Vayne was doing well.”

Her bout of talkativeness had finally calmed down. Was this the result of not having anyone other than a bird to talk to? ”I miss this,” she muttered more to herself than Shira. Sitting around and being able to talk to someone who was not a tiny bird of prey was a really nice change of pace for once. She returned to watching Shira work, and found herself wondering if the system made shirt would be inferior to one made by hand, though it only seemed that the shirt was to be a base. Shira would still need to add in all of the little details, and given the fact that the shirt was supposed to look severely worn in, quality was the least of her concern, wasn’t it?

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[attr="class","postcontent"]Shira was awestruck by the length of their conversation. He didn’t expect Capsule to be this talkative. In fact, when they first met, he sensed a timid air about her. Well… not exactly timid, but something along those lines. While the tailor listened intently at his customer’s story, occasionally glancing at her to see how she was doing, he continued finishing the stitching for the word “neep” nice and proper. When Capsule mentioned “clear out some golems,” Shira felt a protective pang for his newly acquired Follower which was coincidentally a golem, as well. “I hope your companions made it out okay,” he said with a touch of worry; it would be troublesome for him if he summons a golem and griefs people with potential Post-Traumatic Stress Disorder. He wondered how Capsule might react… Nope, nope, nope. Forget about it.

He turned his attention back to the shirt, which had already been completed. The word “neep” in light grey text over a jet black background. Capsule said this was supposed to look like the she had in the real world; battered, torn and has gone through a lot. He didn’t exactly know how to go about that design. The shirt just looks so brand new. It would take a while for it to look like how Capsule would want it, if they were to go about it naturally. Throwing it to the ground, stomping on it repeatedly and playing tug-of-war with the shirt as rope, might just do the trick. But, seeing as how that shirt was the first thing Shira ever finished crafting in forever, mutilating it like that was appalling. Speaking of crafting, was it just him or did this session seem like it took forever?

Shira pretended not to hear Capsule’s last statement. To be honest, he did too, what with nobody to talk to at all. Even in that Saurum expedition, he never really got to know anybody despite everyone able to speak his native tongue. His only company that counted at the time was Uzume and even she couldn’t keep him company for too long. He had not been doing any quests or anything of the sort, as well. Since the game became reality, the usual “grind” felt more tedious when done solo. Maybe they could do guild stuff together again? A little adventure in Sarum, perhaps? He could feel a bit of excitement welling up inside him.

“That’s the extent of my abilities, I’m afraid.” He folded the shirt neatly and presented it to Capsule. “I can’t duplicate memories that your old shirt has been through. So, sorry about that. But you can, however, maybe create new memories for it?” He felt a bit embarrassed saying something that cheesy, but hey that was his honest opinion. He could imagine Capsule’s old shirt saying as if it was dying “From now on, you’re free to wear what you like… Clothes that are far cuter than I…”

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540

♪ ♫♪:
Don't Move

✏:
Bluh posts is bluh.

@:
Shiranui

"Oh no," she said when Shira expressed some concern for a few of her previous allies. "They were fine. I've seen a few of them around since then, anyway." Capsule glanced towards the Cathedral, where the dead revived. Even if her party members at the time had fallen in battle, they would only pop up in that religious building. Death was not a permanent thing for Adventurers in this world, after all.

Her eyes turned away from the morbid sight of the nearby building, and back to Shira's pretty little hands. The requested phrase being designed into the shirt had come out nicely, though the rude word, "neep" was replaced with friendlier "neeps". 'Neep you, you neeping neep!' That mental image brought a small smile to her lips. The censorship would no doubt amuse whoever saw it, since "neep" was also another name for a turnip. 'It's not like you're going to be wearing it much outside, anyway.' That was true; it would more than likely become her pajamas during the warm summer months.

"Oh! You're done already…?" While she was lost in her own thoughts, Shira had completed the shirt and handed it over to its new master. She gently plucked the fabric out of Shira's hands to marvel at the fine stitching and design. "Fair enough, I suppose. I'll just have to break it in, won't I?" The smile she gave the fox was a little bigger than her former one. "It looks like it'll fit me better than my brother's old shirt, too, which is also nice. I couldn't really wear that one in public too much, even if the brother who handed it down to me was around my build." His height made the shirt look like a dress on her, after all.

”Thanks again, Shira. If you’re ever in need of potions or assistance with a quest, don’t hesitate to call me… especially now that it seems a few of our members have gone missing.” She didn’t know whether or not Shira knew or suspected what became of their other members, but it still felt like an appropriate gesture. They should probably arrange something later, when neither of them were busy with work. ’For now, I should figure out where to wear this first.’ It would be cool to wear something other than armor for a change while she was out and about – it would almost be like prowling the streets in the real world.

Duke, tired of lingering about, gave a low cry and hopped up from his perch and glided over to Capsule, who scooped the little owl out of the air and set him down on her shoulder. The shirt she was holding onto was neatly folded and stashed within her inventory for safe keeping. ”I’m sorry about that. Duke is a little grumpy since it is past his bedtime. I’ve got to go home and get him situated. Until next time, Shira.” She held up a hand to wave goodbye, and began shuffling away from Shira’s desk. The woman was in no big hurry, though she did not know if Shira had any other clientele for the day. It was best she skedaddled now, rather than further interrupt the fox’s schedule.

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