#matchlessquality

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It began with a phone call. Once he had a name finding the store was much easier than you’d expect and with it, the phone number tied to it. Short pleasantries were exchanged. The usual hellos, how are you faring, was it a call for business or pleasure? 

It was pleasure.

An offering on Tine’s behalf to invite Teddy to his club and enjoy the VIP treatment for the night. It seemed only right after their ‘incident’ for the tailor to get some compensation for his troubles.

“- I know it is not much but I felt an apology was in order. For trying to kill you.”

“Of course I understand if you are hesitant to accept right away. The offer remains open for whenever you feel comfortable.”

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A breath was forced out of her lungs from the sheet force applied to her body and her entire form was pushed forward, so much so that she needed to seek support against the wall before her. For a brief moment she had to consider whether or not this could continue, if she could adjust to it or if she’d actually reached her limit. Adrianna threw her head backwards and tried arching her back more, maybe it would make things easier. With a low moan she tried her best to bit back into and stared a little over her shoulder at the man right behind her.

“….Hgnnn… Yes, go on..” she replied a little breathless. “I think i can take one more inch.”

Turning her attention to the mirror in front of her the Fallen tried to distract herself by how good her waist looked all cinched up in this corset. Teddy always managed to create the most beautiful pieces for her, it would be a shame to just not put up with a little lack of breath to properly slip into this ensemble. “I would appreciate if you’d give me a quick notice before you pull the ribbons. Otherwise the fabric might rip when i breathe in…” she’s all muscles underneath, so completely ruining it isn’t too far fetched either.

 Mariku sat at a booth off in the corner alone. Sipping from his coffee as he gazed out the large window onto the street. He’d made this appointment to meet with a very important and... Interesting individual. They had met a couple times but never got the chance to properly speak, and certainly not one on one like this would be. The cannibal had made sure to be a little early to save them a more private spot in the modern little coffee shop.

He’d been interested to say the least by the other... Not only was he a well known designer of a very successful company, but he was visually striking. Something Mariku tended to notice first about anyone. Someone he could possibly be interested in getting closer to...

“IT’S MINE! IT’S MINE, MINE,MINE!”

The metal pipe connected with the crazed splicer’s skull with a satisfying crack, the vial of Adam falling from their limp bloody hand. Filthy rat. Scrounging parasites scurrying around stealing what wasn’t theirs. Andrew Ryan would have never stood for it.

Wiping the blood from his cheek the blonde man stooped to pick up the precious vial and stored it away in the folds of his vest. 

Ah.

There was a tear in the stitching. And Another. And another. How had it gotten so bad? Oh and the stains, so many horrid discolouring stains. Stading tall he looked to the glass window beside him keeping the ocean at bay, the reflection of a disheveled and tatterred gentleman staring back. A black gloved hand lifted to touch the glass and drifted over the reflection’s ruined suit, a suit that had once been so pristine and dignified, now just as dirty as the rats that invested this city.

No no no. This wouldn’t do. Fixing the white rabbit mask back into place the man cast his pale green gaze on the flickering neon signs above and in an instant he exploded in a cloud of black and red, rematerializing on the higher level and following the signs to what he desired.

Having just stepped inside his coquette little shop, the woman immediately took off the wide sunglasses she hid her gaze behind and instinctively scanned the area for whatever new ensembles were put up on display. The tailor’s keen eye for style was easy to stop and, admittedly, Adrianna felt very comfortable in his studio, surrounded by his creations.

When a few moments later her green gaze caught sight of the owner, the Fallen smirked, promptly placing a hand of her hip as she awaited to be properly welcomed. “My, you seem to be in a terrific mood this afternoon, Theodore. But letting a lady wait? What possibly could’ve distracted you so much?~” her tone is playful, despite the reproaching.

Send a ‘ʘ‿ʘ’ if your muse finds my muse attractive.

1st hug: What the fuck are you doing get off!

2nd hug: Wait what do I do here?!?!