#allswell

"Ah, there you are. I was wondering when I'd get to see you again, Cecil."

Eiden doesn't know what's going on today. He's given up interacting with customer when one was ready to swing a fist into his face. It's like complaints he usually kept to himself escaped out would escape like a whole grown frog.

So the text from Cecil was welcome distraction even if he was suspicious of these 'business talks'. He could have gotten the fabrics himself, he can tell that much....

Whatever. It's not like I've got nothing to do or... anything.

He sighs at his own weakness and opens the door.

" Why are you keeping this place dark...? " Eiden carefully starts.

Ah, well... The Lute would make sure he was on top of things. He could rest afterwards. Everybody there was waiting to hear him perform.

He opens the door, holding his tailcoat folded over his arm. "Pardon me, is the tailor in?"

Sephiroth rubbed his arm awkwardly. He just had to say what he practiced on the way over.

"Good morning, hello!" Dante peeks into the boutique with a sense of wonder. Wow, this place really is nice, and the outfits here seem expensive. Mister Eiden wasn't kidding.

"Hey! You look like a reasonable guy!" Haru suddenly chimed in, raising his hand for a moment as he did so. Then he scuttled closer towards Cecil, eyeing his fancy looking attire with a joyful expression. "Mind sharing?" He pointed towards the plate of food Cecil was eating.

Seriously, what kind of person just goes up to a random stranger and asks to share their food?! "I'm seriously starving! I haven't eaten in at least....4 hours!" One of the waiters passed by eyeing Haru; which he took notice of. So he was quick to sit down across from Cecil as to seem less suspicious.

Vivianne gently pushed in the doors of the Maison des Dentelles d'Faucher while clutching a binder close to her chest. She was dressed in her second best - she couldn't bring herself to wear her Furisode Girl uniform, after all, it felt too... not for the setting - and she was nervous.

Way more nervous than when she had applied at the Lavarre City gym when she arrived in Lavarre at 15. However, she had already been accepted, but as her Maman always said -- first impressions meant everything.

Nervously she tucked a piece of her pink hair behind her ear and looked down at Gwen who had followed her inside. "Gwen, stay here by the doors, and out of customers' way. Please." She instructed, trying to find a calmer edge to her voice.

Gwen did as she was asked, the Pokémon delicately padding her way over to a spot that wasn't in customers' way. Vivianne let out a breath, counted to herself, and loosened the near-death grip she had on her binder. She wasn't sure if the owner needed to see some of her sketches, after all she was supposed to just be a seamstress, but it felt like it wouldn't hurt.

Vivianne stepped up closer to what she thought was the service counter, and cleared her throat once again.

"Hello, my name is Vivianne Vaughan, and I'm here to meet with the owner. I'm a new hire - a seamstress and tailor - and I was asked to come in so I can get familiar with the machines?"