Nailed It!

"Yes, it is.. Thank you." He raised his eyebrow and smiled lightly. "Well, isn’t it obvious..? I’m a tailor."

 Seeing him struggle to contain all the rolls within his grasp— well, Aaron almost left him at it, but some small surge of resignation pushed him on to sigh before he picked off several of them from the man’s grasp, jerking his chin upward almost as if to ask, “Where to?”

"Tailor Riley, the owner of the tailor shop called Avoir Tailleur," Aaron stumbled on the pronunciation slightly, clapping his own free hand against Riley’s open one before giving him a firm shake. "Well, I’ll never forget you’re a tailor now."

"So," Erika began, pondering the man’s request, "you want something more…? So you want something new, probably something mixed…"

"I take it that you’ll want something big." She closed her eyes and put her finger to her lips. "Mm, I think I can see it. Maybe, blue and purple hydrangeas, magenta tulips, and white stock flowers and freesias. Oh, or maybe a white rose based bouquet with blue gerberas, But also, you may have other ideas…"

 ”… Hey! Aren’t you a cutie?!” Wah, Lilligant were such graceful Pokemon; his face broke out into a grin and he leaned over to greet the Lilligant. “Check you out, huh? Don’t worry, I think you and the flowers all give each other healthy competition!”

Speaking of which. He looked up, belatedly registering the girl’s suggestion, dropping a fist into an open palm. “Yes. Yeah! What you said! That sounds— the first one sounds perfect!”

    It was small, barely able to be called a farm at this point, mostly growing herbs and wheat, along with grass for the few Pokémon she kept around. When she was younger, this very farm was much more expansive, growing all sorts of crops for not only the family, but the community. Growing up, she slowly watched it fall into disrepair, which is why now it was kept to such a small size. However, sometimes she still longed for the wide pastures and even the hard work. Shaking her head to clear the thoughts, she looked out the window, eyes following the Zebstrika around as she began wondering whether she was truly bored enough to go out and clean out its stable.

 ”Hey there, Hilda!” Aaron greeted her instantaneously— not quite giving her a glance before swerving from his original path to the counter and redirecting himself to glance around the room, beaming mechanically. “Whoa, hey, it’s built up real nice, with the decorations and stuff! Good work!” The pleased nodding that followed eventually drifted and he finally made his way up to her.

"Not that I was worried, of course—" He added as an afterthought with a dismissive wave of his hand. And he hadn’t been— for the most part. Transitioning the building with an expansion had been a fun job and one of his biggest ones to date— but Hilda had pegged him as the kind of person who could manage it. Well, probably. His people skills weren’t terribly solid yet, so who knew?

When finished with the bunch of flowers, Erika pulled out a grass paper strip and tied them around the stem. She pulled out a sheet out light red plastic and wrapped it around the outside of the bouquet. Then she gently dropped the bouquet into a vase towards the back. It was not meant to be a centerpiece like her roses, but a beautiful background item.

"Do you like it Lil’?" Erika asked Lilligant, who smiled back at her. "Oh, I like it too. It’s so pretty."

Erika let out a yawn and stretched. It was the perfect day to take a nap; the sun was shining in the perfect angle, noisy little cacnea had stayed with the other cacti, and she had just finished the last bouquet for the day. She glanced out the door and seeing no one coming, decided to doze off.

  Normally, just passing by the shop was enough-- the sight of interesting arrangements and beautifully pieced together colors occasionally drove a spike of inspiration into Aaron on glimpses alone. His artistic blocks didn't come often, and it was places like these that worked to keep it at bay plenty. But, lately, something had been off-- and, passing by a mark of wonders like this only served to remind him of it rather than align him once again.

Naturally, the only fix would be going inside.

He jumped internally as the bell went off when he'd finally stopped standing around and pushed his way in, having expected silence-- and then came the warm greeting from the shop's tender. 

"Specific? I think so, but, well, past that-- I couldn't tell you." He offered her a point-blank smile and a wave of his hand as he stepped further in, glancing around avidly, oblivious to her previously sleepy condition.

Adjusting the simple, yet somewhat heavy jacket he’d been wearing over his blazer, Riley had finished up buying several fabrics of different colours, and his small Riolu was cheerfully carrying a bag of needles and threads. Feeling something smack right into him, he dropped nearly every roll of textile he had on him.

 Being regarded so graciously, Aaron couldn't quite leave the guy that he'd run into to his devices, them being scattered around the floor now and whatnot. With a sigh, he dropped to a crouch and began grabbing up what he could-- until he noticed the man's Riolu churning out sounds at him.

Squinting his eyes deliberately, Aaron found he didn't need to return a response stare of any kind as the Pokemon was shushed by its trainer. Huh, so even after being knocked into and pinned the blame on, the fancy suited man could remain courteous-- tolerance was something pretty indeed.