#whip-stitched

[ -1000G ] to the Guild to visit Arcadia

A visit to Arcadia was common enough for Klaus, with his family still on the island (sometimes) he took the opportunity to visit when he needed fresh air. He made it an extra excuse now that he had a puppy in tow, taking her across to the island for the exercise and to keep her entertained. After visiting with his parents for a few hours, he did have errands that he wanted to take care of, and he was grateful to them for watching the young dog while he was out.

The most particular one this trip was a visit to the local tailor’s. The one in Leuda just didn’t compare in craftsmanship, after all, and their robes here just always felt more... warm, somehow.

Klaus entered the small shop’s door with a duck for its small doorframe. Perhaps it just felt smaller on the small building to him, but it always felt like he had to duck an inch in comparison to his home’s doorframe. It was remarkable how comfortable the tailor shop felt from the moment one entered it, however. He stopped by the doorway, inhaling the sweet scent of linens and paper for a second before stepping further inside.

There were times when Allen found himself just too busy to take care of things he would usually do himself. Laundry, for one, he preferred to do himself, cooking, cleaning, running errands; he was a firm believer in being able to provide and depend on oneself. But there were times when laundry needed to go to the cleaners instead, food needed to be ordered for take out, someone hired to do a bit of tidying and run a few errands. 

Sewing and mending clothes was another skill Allen had picked up over the years, and came especially handy prototyping new headbands and bows he’d one day hope to sell within his salon. And luckily, this skill too came in handy when seams tore, new clothing needed to be altered, or even if old, plain clothing needed a bit of life and excitement designed into them. 

He had recently ordered a few new blazers, and of course not one to wear baggy clothing, immediately decided upon clicking the ‘confirm order’ button they would need to be altered. But as it stood, time was not in abundance for him, what with the schools in the area holding spring dances and graduations. Later and later each night he had found himself staying in the salon, organizing products, placing orders, washing towels, refilling bottles, and ensuring the place was in top condition the for the next day. 

This, of course, meant a quick trip to Arcadia, as the new tailor shop in Leuda had yet to open for business. Though this busy time would only last for another week or two, a professional alteration was still something he wanted to have done, as it would mean the new blazers would be ready sooner rather than later.

So bright and early (read 9 am) on his day off, Allen took his trip to the other island, garment bag in tow. It was a trip he did not mind taking, as there were a few places he could certainly visit to make a few purchases before heading home for the day. It did not take long for him to get to the tailoring shop from the ferry, grateful it had been a clear, sunny day. Arriving, he entered the shop, looking around as he passed through and approached the counter. 

Gina had been pacing outside of the tailor shop for such a long time that she was sure the people inside must think she was some weird-o.  The bluenette’s cheeks were flushed red, while her brain went over what she wanted to say over and over again. 

Why was she even dong this?

Martha had suggested she pop in and drop off a resume, as she’d heard the ladies who worked at the shop did their own sewing. Gina had always dreamed of getting into fashion, but she still doubted her ability to actually do anything with her hobby. 

Hugging the file folder to her chest, she heaved a deep sigh before finally steeling her shoulders and marching forward through the door. The wind in her sails abruptly disappeared the moment she spotted the other bluenette at the front of the store and she felt the heat spread from her cheeks to her ears as she shuffled forward, brown eyes darting to the other girl and then away in an obvious sign of nervousness.

“U-Uhm... Do you work here? I - I mean, obviously you do! That is... I was wondering, do you know if, uhm.. They’re hiring...?” The last word came out in something of a squeak, making her nervous speech seem even more sad. Still, she gave herself a pat on the back. At least she hadn’t just stood there awkwardly and not spoken at all. 

Alrighty! Since she’s boss, she now owes Arcadia a debt of 10,000G~