Hongbin had an appointment he had booked a week ago, to the tailor who he had given his measurements to. Hongbin, as always, had been self-conscious about the fact his elbow joints were more similar to a doll’s arm sockets than actual human flesh, as they revealed to everyone that looked at them that he was not, in fact, human. This limited Hongbin to long-sleeved shirts, whose fabric often got caught in the sockets he was so upset about. Truly, if he ever did meet his maker, he would ask why-- he had to have sockets like these. Nevertheless, he decided to go to a tailor, who - Hongbin had decided - was very nice, and had told him to be back in a week for Hongbin’s new shirt, fitted just for him. It was a very exciting experience for Hongbin, who felt nervous and almost giddy as he beelined towards the tailor’s shop. Hongbin tried to ignore his systems telling him that because he woke up so early to get to the tailor from the academy, his battery was much lower than usual. Hongbin didn’t want to disappoint the tailor. He had promised to be there no matter what, and the tailor had done so much for him already. He couldn’t not come. Hongbin would feel terrible. He would feel it swim through his code for days on end. So as Hongbin came up to the shop, he politely knocked -- as his friend had told him to do, it was never polite to barge straight in -- before opening the door, hearing the friendly little bell chime above him. “Mister Jung?” Hongbin spoke up, wide-eyed, as he closed the door behind him. His eyes flashed red as he momentarily scanned Leo’s shop through an infrared filter to find him. @lxtent
