you make me a ghost

5,500G

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Activity Check (& Thanksgiving)

Paycheck & Earnings:

+2,000G for having one job (one job is mandatory and is based on your character’s in-game job, even if it is “crime” or “begging”)

+500G for updating your Biography or Heart Levels pages

+500G for updating your character’s info on the Spreadsheets

Purchases from @harvestseasonrp:

Vanilla Cookies (3 packs, 200G each) (600G total)

Previous Total: 5,500G Updated Total: 7,900G

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Save My Suede || Molly & Candace

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fourstardaydream:

At the sound of Candace’s voice granting her access into the shop, Molly turns the door handle and enters, closing the door behind her to shut out the chilly, Fall air.

“Helloooo” Molly calls out to her friend as she steps further into the shop, approaching the counter the blue haired woman sat at.

“You have every right to yell at me for making you work on your day off!” She says to her, a bit guilty for even taking on Candace’s offer to look at her bag. “I just hope it was going well before I texted you…Even if there’s nothing you can do, I’ll still make it up to you.”

“Hi Molly,” she greets her in response, peeking over the top of the monitor with a sleepy smile.

“I’m not gonna yell at you..” she says— as though this even needs to be said. Candace has never yelled a day in her life; she’s clearly not about to start now, especially in these circumstances. In fact, she even giggles at how unnecessary the reassurance was. “It was going good, but it’ll be just as good in a minute, still. It’s not like talking to you stresses me out or anything, you know? I feel worse for your poor bag, to be honest.. here, put it up on the counter here, okay?”

She pats the surface gently. “I have a few ideas of what we can do to save it, but we’re gonna check the computer just to be sure as soon as it boots up. I don’t wanna hurt the poor thing any worse..”

Candace stops, sniffs the air gently, then turns a sheepish smile on Molly. “I guess the good news is that it kind of smells nice right now, huh..?”

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Seeking Guidance [Chase & Candace]

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rosieathe:

HE HATES HER TYPE THE MOST. No, it is not the quiet type of individuals that he loathes but rather the type who flinch so readily at what seemed like everything and anything. However unkind his tone, it was not as though he sought to threaten her and so why it was she felt afraid was beyond his understanding. He remains ignorant, perhaps, to the sensitivities of others —— ( or maybe he knows and he simply chooses not to acknowledge it ).

He loathes to admit that her understanding makes him feel a touch guilty for snapping at her in the first place. Violet gaze is downturned, but not before he just barely catches a glimpse of the way she tucks her hair behind her ear. The arms crossed over his chest tighten their grasp on opposite arms and teeth ride against the bottom of his lip, barely visible but there nonetheless. He bites back the apology that persists at the back of his throat.

No, he won’t apologize. He has nothing to apologize for.

The guilt is stifled when his gaze falls upon the page on the counter. Ego fuels him and he cannot help the smug smile that pulls at the corner of his lips. Ah, so she was here to ask about a recipe? Made enough sense. He was Yolanda’s diligent protege. Maya was neither capable nor was she a personality that got along well with Candace’s. That wasn’t to say that Chase’s was any better either, but at the very least, she wouldn’t have her ear talked off.

Or maybe she preferred that. He hadn’t the faintest notion.

He straightens up, letting his arms drop back down to his sides before offering a hand to the other. Palm is face up, digits curled just so as if to suggest she could hand him the recipe. It’s like beckoning to a frightened animal, he realizes, and so he does not move to alarm her. “If I was busy, do you think I’d have spared the time to talk to you in the first place? Out with it then before I change my mind.”

She hesitates only for a second or two— her cheeks puffing up ever so slightly with affront, the quiet spark of a quiet temper flaring to life under the surface of her heavily-lidded eyes. He hadn’t needed to be that rude. Wasn’t it his job to ‘spare the time’ to talk to people who came to the bar like this? But the wind is gone from her sails as quickly as it had filled them. After all, this situation isn’t exactly the one Chase signed up for when he started working here - and she ought to be grateful, really, that he’s decided to listen to her at all. 

And after all, it was always better to err on the side of caution and assume that she was the problem. (She usually was, if Julius had anything to say about it.) Candace hands the recipe over as the (malnourished and timid) fight slides out and away from her, and her voice is soft once more when she allows herself to respond to him.

“This is a recipe my mom wrote by hand,” she begins, a little embarrassed with the details of the situation. Embarrassed to be laying them out on the line like this. “Or, well.. I guess it’d be more correct to say that it’s a photocopy of the recipe she wrote. She jotted it down in the margin of a cook book, so you can just ignore the text on the side there.. but, anyway. The problem is that when she wrote it down, she wrote it in English— and her English wasn’t really the best. She didn’t make any other notes along with it, and grandma Shelly isn’t really sure what it says, either. I can’t even tell you how long the two of us squinted over it..”

Candace shrugs one shoulder - a gesture as slightly off-center as the rest of her. She turns her eyes down to her hands, lacing them together, unlacing them, watching them shift uncomfortably. Anything to keep from looking up at him.

“I thought it’d be kind of nice, to make Mont Blanc the way she did? I haven’t had it since I lived out in the city, and of course I could get a recipe online, but I’ve just had really bad luck with recipes I’ve found and it never turned out quite the same as I remember.. so I brought it up to Yolanda, and she said that you had a pretty good eye for stuff like this. Figuring out what should be in a recipe, you know? And maybe being able to see something I was missing. So I thought...”

What had she thought? She paused for just a moment, making her actual thoughts a little softer before letting them free. “I thought you might be able to help me. ...if that's okay.”

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Save My Suede || Molly & Candace

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fourstardaydream:

It does not take too long for a response to come through, and with it, the slightest bit of relief. She knows not to completely get her hopes up, but is glad to have a friend who is willing to help.

[Text: Candace] thank youuuuu, it is my bag :(

[Text: Candace] your best is perfect, no worries

[Text: Candace] I’ll leave here now

After sending the text, she quickly pockets her phone before moving to get up and ready to walk into town. She grabs her rucksack, a slight frown coming to her face as she spots the stain again, and slips the straps onto her shoulders.

The walk into town does not take her too long, the air a bit chilly but comfortable enough for the quick trip. Reaching the shop, she knocks on the door and waits for her friend to answer.

“Oh dear,” she sighs, snapping the phone shut once she confirms that Molly is on her way. She turns her television off and tucks her phone in the pocket of her cardigan, trudging into the half of her home that comprises the front room of the tailor shop.

She probably ought to put on shoes, but she doesn’t feel up to it— instead shuffling her socked feet into a pair of indoor slippers. She could do her job just as well without fully entering into Work Mode, anyway. Besides, she’ll do this little job as a favor to Molly, but she doesn’t want to get accidentally pulled in to a full work shift in case someone else comes in while the door is unlocked— and that reminds her, too, to unlock the front door in preparation for her friend.

With this accomplished she takes a seat behind the shop’s main work counter and waits, booting up the work computer. It’s slow and sluggish to get started, but she sympathizes with it, so she can’t be too mad at it right now. When the knock at the front door comes, she leans to the side and beckons to Molly.

“Come in!”

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A Stitch or Two||Candace & Iluka

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seashore-tea:

Iluka was thankful that someone was here, but if they could actually help her was still in question. If this day could get any worse it would happen that this blue-haired girl was only watching the shop.

“I’m in need of a repair,” she answered as she placed the dress on the counter. “It’s extremely delicate and expensive. Unfortunately, a very irresponsible person was left in charge of it and it was neglected.” She shook her head at the thought of it. “If the owner sees this she’s going to flip!”

What if she can’t fix it? What if they don’t have the right fabric or thread? On top of those thoughts, she was also a bit nervous about this girl’s abilities. It wasn’t that she doubted them, entirely, more than she didn’t know this shop and what they dealt with. What if they weren’t familiar with this style but took it anyway for the business? It was a risk that she didn’t have a choice but to take.

"Mm—” came Candace’s immediate fretting hum. ‘Delicate’ and ‘expensive’ were not exactly her favorite words to hear in conjunction with ‘repair’— and while she had executed countless delicate repairs on expensive items with careful, steady hands, Candace always felt her heart flutter wildly at the idea of starting another.

She wondered if she’d ever get used to that feeling. Even still, it was probably for the best that she project a little more confidence than she actually felt. It was heartening, too, that the dress currently laid on the counter between them didn’t look so foreign that she had no idea how to work with it. A gentle touch of the fabric between her fingertips provided her all the reassurance she needed in order to accept the job— and she tried on a cautious smile as a result.

“I’m absolutely positive I can help.. if anything, the owner will be surprised to find it in better condition than it was before.” She’d picked up that little line from Luna somewhere along the way— and while it was far from sounding as good as it had when her business-minded little sister had said it, she supposed it didn’t sound half bad now, either. If not a little sleepy. 

“Can you very gently show me where the damage is..? I mean— so I can provide an estimate on how long repairs might take..”

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Patches||Joe and Candace

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carpentersapprentice:

“Hey, I didn’t mean to rip it! The tree attacked me,” Joe said, taking his finger out of the hole lest he accidentally make it bigger than it already was. That’d probably make things much more difficult than they needed to be for Candace. “It’s cool though, it’s alright. I was asking for it,” Joe said with a grin.

Joe raised a brow at the idea. “A patch, huh? Yeah, that could be cool!”

She giggled, shaking her head at the idea of Joe asking for an altercation with the local flora. “It sounds more like you have a bully to me.”

Candace beckoned for Joe to follow her, stretching as she walked to the back of the room. It was nice to get up and move around, and especially nice to have such a pleasant reason to do so. 

The colorful basket full of scrap fabrics that their shop kept in the back of the room had served her well many times in the past, and she hoped that they would do Joe the same amount of good now. “Here, take a peek through these.. tell me if you like any of these fabrics. We have lots of sort of plain ones, but I think there’s some cute patterns in there too if any of them stand out to you..”

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Activity Check

Paycheck & Earnings:

+2,000G for having one job (one job is mandatory and is based on your character’s in-game job, even if it is “crime” or “begging”)

+500G for updating your Biography or Heart Levels pages

+500G for updating your character’s info on the Spreadsheets

Previous Total: 2,500G Updated Total: 5,500G

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Seeking Guidance [Chase & Candace]

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rosieathe:

OF THE MANY GUESTS HE MUST ENTERTAIN,   he knows surprisingly little of the little seamstress that lives just across the way. He rarely fancies himself with indulging in such a menial task as taking a walk about the town when there is so much to be done at home and at work alike. He has no need for the tailor’s, no need for most of the town’s amenities in spite of their existence.

Just as such, he has no need to pay much mind to the town gossips that gather at his bar —— ( his, Hayden might say, how utterly presumptuous of him to assume the bar was his ). A few carefully placed words and a feigned interest was more than enough to placate the masses. Only the clever were wise to his actions and perhaps it was for that reason that he only bothered to converse with those same individuals — those of who only included Luna, Gill, and Yolanda thus far.

Still. However little interest he might find in the rest of the town, he finds in the azure-haired maiden seated at his counter. She rarely finds her way to them and even rarer is she so bold as to take a seat this close. Candace is far from a topic of discussion when it comes to the batty old women with whom he was deeply acquainted on Sunday afternoons and so, he wonders. There was no special dish to his knowledge. Nothing that was to be served that might be of her liking as far as he knows. Nothing that might draw her attention.

The Brass Bar is, for once, silent and lacking in company. Perhaps she had timed it. Or more likely, perhaps he was being entirely too pompous to assume she would time an opportunity to speak with him.

He spares but a glance before setting aside his cookware. Hands are wiped on the dish cloth half-tucked into his apron before he sets down a neatly folded napkin beside her. Polished silverware to follow. “This is a first.” His voice comes out entirely too soft, as if he were afraid that if he spoke too harshly that the girl might flee. A pause. She might. She certainly seemed the type anyways. “Your sister comes entirely too often. You, on the other hand, do not. So, what do you want?” And there, the bite returns.

Chase, ever the charmer.

“Mm,” she winces immediately as Chase addresses her - but there really was no reason to, despite the fact that she probably would have anyway no matter how he’d approached her. He’d spoken so gently in that moment that she feels extra silly for the wince, and tucks a bundle of hair behind her ear sheepishly to divert attention from how hot her cheeks suddenly feel. 

The bite to his tone that follows it shortly after catches her by surprise, however— but truth be told, it actually makes her feel better to hear it, for as backwards as it feels to think of it that way. It makes her feel a little less guilty for wincing - fits in line more closely with what she’d expected. There’s comfort in the expected. In fact, it even draws a sleepy little smile from the corners of her mouth— and she sighs, re-smoothing the recipe out on the bar-top in front of her.

“I came by to ask you something,” she says softly. It’s probably good that she’s chosen the time she has for this; she knows all too well how her voice would struggle to carry over the bar’s rowdier times. She’s not even sure she has the physical ability to raise her voice enough to function at times like that. She’s definitely sure she doesn’t want to try.

“It’s kind of a silly little thing… but Yolanda always says how good you are with things like this, and I’m not sure who else to ask. I asked my grandmother, but she doesn’t know.” Candace shrugs one shoulder, tapping her fingertips against the crumpled page, before gathering her courage enough to actually look up at the chef.

“It’s annoying, I know.” She bites the inside of her cheek, hesitating before she dives into the meat of her question— seeking his consent to speak further, first. She needs no indication that she’s actually being annoying to feel that way. That’s a default feature, now— it comes with the starter package. “I can come back if you’re busy?”

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An Offering [Inari & Candace]

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It was common knowledge that there was a shrine to the gods at the top of Mt. Garmon. This was not a trek that was possible for Candace to make, however. The process of stepping into a carriage sometimes felt like scaling a mountain to her; the idea of actually scaling a mountain made her feel slightly wheezy and out of breath just thinking about it. She’d stick to her metaphorical mountains, thank you— they seemed a lot more possible to climb.

And yet, life in Castanet had been very good lately. When the business had seemed to turn around and Luna had come back home from the city, when the ocean had seemed to settle, and when the air had seemed crisp and clean and refreshing again— Candace had left presents in the small shrine at the foot of Mt. Garmon. But the shrine was old, and tired, and ancient, not anything like the one that was rumored to be on the top of the mountain. Candace couldn’t help but wonder (perhaps a little guiltily, for all of her doubt) if her prayers had been heard. If her appreciation had been expressed.

She’d been in Tsuyukusa on one of these rare metaphorical-mountain-climbs, braving travel in the name of business. Some materials were only available if one traveled very far to acquire it - and some salespeople did not do business unless you came to them. Rattled and tired, she’d negotiated the deal with a distinct lack of social finesse - but had been happy just the same to walk away with the materials she’d come for, at a price she’d thought was fair. It had been another good (if at least nerve-wracking) day for business.

On her way out of town, however, she noticed the shrine. Candace stopped and stared at its roof, which she could see poking up over the buildings that stood between the shrine and where she was standing. She was on something of a strict schedule... but maybe the carriage would wait for her, just this once.

She left the fabrics with the driver, and left him with plenty of apologies as well. With that she wound her way through town, using the roof of the shrine to guide her to her destination - stopping at its gates and looking up at it in quiet admiration. This town was lucky to have a shrine so nice, especially compared to the one that she’d left behind at home. Perhaps it wasn’t fair to compare, and perhaps the goddess wouldn’t be happy with her if she knew— but even the goddess herself would balk at the grand shrine that stood before her now.

She patted her pockets - finding only the remaining money she’d still had in her pocket. Luna had given her a little more than she’d really wanted Candace to spend, and this had been Candace’s main indication that she’d done a good enough job, to not have spent all of it. Giving one coin to a god who might be able to help them was well worth it though, wasn’t it? Candace slipped a single gold coin out of her pocket and laid it at the feet of the Inari, bowing her head and folding her hands in a quick prayer.

"Business is really good lately,” she said. “Luna is home and the shop is doing much better, now. Please watch over us, if you could.”

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A Stitch or Two||Candace & Iluka

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“Ludus, you are so lucky that I’m not home right now,” she mumbled as she walked through a new town with a dress in hand. “How did you even manage to do this?” Holding the garment up, she revealed a tear in the side. The dress belonged to one of Ludus’ customers who left it for sizing for a wardrobe she gave him to fix. Did he think he could break apart and put the piece of furniture back together with the dress still in it? There was no way for her to explain this, nor did she want to ask him to find out. 

“Alright, he said Sonata Tailoring.” The foreigner wandered around the unfamiliar town looking for the shop recommended to her. The only thing this place had in common with Lulukoko was that it was by the water and that’s it. After some time, she finally came across the shop Ludus had told her about. Whoever works here came highly recommended from a previous customer. “They better be right. This dress alone could buy out this whole shop.” 

“Haronga - no.. Hello? I was hoping you could help me. It’s an emergency.” Iluka took her time walking into the shop, looking around as she made her way to the counter. With mannequins and fabric everywhere, she could tell this was the real deal. And for what she traveled today, it better be.

Candace glanced up from her work at the sound of the shop’s bell ringing - a confusing word (it had been a word, right? Had she misheard it?) following it immediately after the familiar little chime. It was followed shortly after by a word Candace understood all too well, however: emergency. Candace paused, pressed her fingertips against her lower lip to steel her nerves, collected herself quickly, then rose to her feet.

“I can help you,” she said gently, moving behind the shop’s back counter dutifully. Her grandmother had been out all morning, but Candace wasn’t too worried about that - she’d been told to expect it. She’d also expected the shop to be a little slow while grandma Shelly was gone, but she didn’t especially mind stepping in to do cashier work on her behalf.

Candace had offered to help the customer before she’d really taken the time to look up at her, however. She was immediately struck into dumbfounded silence by the woman’s appearance once she’d glanced up— and accidentally swallowed the question that had been on the tip of her tongue. She reminds me of Selena, came her immediate nervous thought— but there was no indication this person was related to Selena. Not immediately. Some people just chose to wear revealing clothing like this, right? And some people apparently had both the confidence and the body to pull that sort of thing off.

She was bright pink and flustered by the time she forced herself to speak.

“What c— can I— I mean, um. What’s wrong—?”

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Save My Suede || Molly & Candace

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fourstardaydream:

Molly frowned as she held up her rucksack to her face, a dark spot on the body of the bag next to the clasp. She had thought she might have been going crazy, the scent of sunscreen wafting her way throughout the day. She hadn’t a clue where it was coming from or why she was even smelling it, the young woman constantly racking her brain for what it could be.

Until finally, the stain on her rucksack came to her sight, and it dawned on her. She had placed an aerosol can of sunscreen within her bag the day before, having found the can on the beach, and not wanting to leave it there to litter the area up. So when her horse had accidentally knocked her over in his excitement for a sugar cube that morning, obviously the bottle must have sprayed. 

Luckily, the top flap of the bag could easily cover the stain, and sunscreen was a mostly pleasant smell (at least pleasant for those who loved the associations with said smell,) but in all honesty, Molly was not too fond of the idea of leaving a perfectly nice, expensive bag to partial ruin. But who would even know how to take care of this? She hadn’t a clue, in all honesty, but figured there may be one person who could point her in the right direction.

She pulled out her phone, tapping out a quick message.

[Text: Candace] do you happen to know how to remove a stain from suede? 

Candace’s phone vibrates somewhere across the room while she’s in the middle of watching television. It’s her day off, and she’s spending it exactly the way she always spends her days off. Her DS is humming tin-ily on the couch cushion beside her, turned down so as not to interfere with the television program she’s been watching. Her hands have divvied up their time between knitting and playing her game, but her eyes are almost entirely on the screen.

It’s a full minute before she pulls her attention away from the screen - and she knows this, because the reminder chime goes off to let her know she hasn’t checked the message yet. Candace collects her thoughts, returns to reality, puts a pin (metaphorically rather than literally, for once) in her project, and sets it aside. She pads across the living room, searching for where the device had gotten to.

It’s not often that people call or text her, after all, and she has a habit of misplacing the little blue flip phone. She finds it after a brief search, however— and sighs audibly, heartbroken, once she reads the message.

“Oh, dear...” she says out loud. “That poor bag.” She knows just the one. “Suede, too... tsk...”

     [Text:] oh noooo........ (;﹏;) bring it over.........      [Text:] i can do my best but no promises...... ur bag rite?

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Emergency Eggs [Ellen & Candace]

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aprongirlellen:

Ellen couldn’t help a small smile at the poor dear–Candace always seemed to look so frazzled just about every time that she saw her, and she felt bad but she was slightly amused by it. Surely it was another very important bit of business.

“Oh no, we do still have eggs, and you’re quite lucky, too, since they’re the last dozen in stock for today!” Ellen said, going to get the aforementioned dozen, and coming back with them. “What are you baking, Candace? If you don’t mind me asking?”

Candace sighed with relief, rolling her eyes to the ceiling at her by-the-skin-of-her-teeth luck. Who knows where she’d be if she’d been held up in travel an extra hour or two? “You just saved me, Ellen,” she reassured her friend, resting her hands on the shop’s counter and folding them nervously.

She watched the eggs approach with all the gratefulness in the world. Thank you, thank you, thank you universe.

“A ton of cookies,” she replied as Ellen comes back to the counter, offering her friend a frazzled smile. “Which is kind of an exaggeration, to say a ‘ton’... but not by much. My grandma is gonna have a little get-together tomorrow with some of her friends from when she was younger, isn’t that cute..? And I said I’d love to make some snacks for them... until I found out how many people were coming.. and how few eggs Horn Ranch had...”

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Seeking Guidance [Chase & Candace]

@rosieathe

It’s not the easiest decision in the world to make, but Candace has had the better part of the day to try to work herself up to taking the plunge. There are many reasons for her to be a little hesitant to pop over next door to the Brass Bar, after all. Sometimes it’s really noisy and rowdy; that much she can tell even from the road, without actually going inside. It’s also where Selena works, and sprites, does Candace have a difficult time looking directly at Selena.

It’s also where Chase happens to work, and Candace knows full well that trying to bother him can sometimes be a lost cause. She’s always understood those who wanted to be left alone— she relates to them, she supposes, even though she’s not supposed to say that. But she’s also spent a lot of time with Yolanda, tagging along with her grandma Shelly and sitting in with the old ladies in town as they gather for tea, knitting quietly as she listens to them trade gossip - and praise their grandkids. She’s heard more times than she can count how good Chase is at what he does.

Maybe if she catches him before his shift starts and things aren’t too busy, he won’t be too mad at her for bugging him? Well, she can hope for the best. Nothing ventured nothing gained— and she can simply see herself out if he really doesn’t feel like answering her question. Turning and running away has never failed to be a solution for her before, she chides herself.

Then banishes the self-reproach. Not helping. Especially not in this moment, as she lets herself in through the Brass Bar’s front door.

She takes a seat at the bar beside the grill, trying to make herself as small as possible. She waits for him to notice her, perhaps to offer to take her order— finding that even the courage that brought her to this point still wasn’t quite enough to get her voice to not catch in her throat. And as she waits, she folds and unfolds the scribbled down recipe she’d brought with her, smoothing it out on the bar-top in front of her and folding it back up nervously again.

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Patches||Joe and Candace

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carpentersapprentice:

Joe gave a sheepish laugh and held his shirt aloft, poking his fingers through the hole in the fabric. “Ahh, my shirt got torn up again,” Joe said.

He swore he wasn’t doing these things on purpose, they just… happened. And Joe would make a visit to Castanet County at least once a month with little jobs for Candace such as this. Just last month he had somehow hooked his pants while fishing, and ripped a huge chink of the fabric out of place.

But now, it was no more than a simple situation of Joe’s shirt getting caught by a tree branch. … Well, perhaps the fact that Joe yanked away from the tree branch in a rough manner complicated things.

“Again..” she repeated - taking on that tone that made her sound like someone’s grandmother long before her time to actually be one. She came closer, tutting to herself as she sipped her now-cooling tea, looking the hole over once she was close enough to do so. Joe’s finger was wiggling through the hole, and she had to giggle a little at the sight of it.

“And it’s big enough to get your finger through too, huh? Tsk tsk.” She smiled at him over the brim of her mug, teasingly— before shaking her head apologetically. Even someone like Joe she couldn’t tease without feeling guilty immediately after. “Sorry, sorry, I can fix it for sure.. but I’m probably gonna have to patch it, with a hole that big..”

She lit up, suddenly enthusiastic with an idea. “Oh... but we can go through the scrap fabrics together, if you want? You can pick out a fun pattern and make a patch you won’t mind wearing on a shirt? It’ll be fun, huh?”

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All Wrong [Luna & Candace]

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       ❝  Candaaaace ! !  ❞ 

Her reply echoed her sister’s in an identical tone, if only to tease just at teeny tiny bit. Whatever it was that got her to sound like that probably deserved Luna to be serious about it, but well. There were only a select few of things Luna could handle being serious about at a time. 

Wandering out of her room fiddling around with a pair of white bunny ears, she heard her name being called out again. Another familiar cry for help. She hummed to let her know she was on her way, but its the confession followed after it that made her frown a bit. It’s not like it was a new task she hadn’t done before, so a mistake like this felt a little odd. Oh, Candace.

       ❝  What do you mean you cut it wrong?  ❞

Luna set the bunny ears aside, at Candace’s work station and leaned over to get a glance at the damage.

       ❝  Ok, how short are we talking here? Like, trashy short, or just a hit of spice short? ❞

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Candace had quite a look to fix Luna with by the time she appeared in the room— cheeks puffed up in a sulk.The lifespan of this pout was very short lived, however. The moment she spotted the rabbit ears her sister had been fiddling with, Candace melted considerably.

“Aw... how cute... are those for Halloween?”

Candace blinked, shook her head to focus, then sighed with dismay as she remembered what her cry for help had been for. Her voice slipped back into a sleepy whine as she picked up the pattern she’d cut from, tracing a finger along the bottom edge sadly. “I just... read it wrong, I guess.. or maybe I messed up when I drew up the pattern from your designs...” She pressed a palm to her eye, rubbing it gently, as if trying to rub the stress right out of her head and push it through to the other side. “I didn’t leave myself enough room for a hem, and now if I’m gonna hem it, I’m gonna take a good...”

She pressed her tongue between her lips as she eyeballed the amount of fabric she would have to sacrifice, then held this up to show Luna. “This much off.” Then she stood, applying her estimation to her own thigh for visualization.

“Okay, well... this skirt was a little shorter than I’d wear myself to start, but... I don’t know, what do you think? Is this tr—... um. Too short?” She held a palm flat, indicating a length a little higher than mid-way up her thigh. “If it falls right here? Or is that...” She made a face halfway between exasperated and amused. “...‘spice.’”

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Patches||Joe and Candace

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The fact that there wasn’t a tailors anywhere in Flowerbud Village was a cause of great distress for him, seeing as the only person he knew over there that could sew was Ellen, and he wasn’t about to stick around for one of her lectures.

So. Joe had to make the journey from Flowerbud all the way to Harmonica Town so he could get his shirt patched up again,  by his favorite seamstress Candace. He wasn’t exactly in good standing now to simply just replace the shirt or try to patch it up himself due to his lack of skill, so he figured that going to get help from Candace would be the best way to go about it. He pushed through the door of Sonata tailoring, and peeked in. “Yo Candace, you in?”

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The stress of her morning had smoothed itself out into a fairly okay second half of the day. She’d forced herself to stop working for the day, forced herself to splash her face with water, forced herself to make a cup of comforting tea, forced herself to nibble a cookie (not as difficult to convince herself of than the others), and had come back to work with a fresh face and warm hands from her mug. By the time the bell jingled over the door, Candace was in much better space to meet customers with. 

All that having been said, however, none of those self-soothing steps would have been necessary had she known Joe was coming. She always looked forward to his visits, and always lit up with delight (just as she did now) the moment he popped into the tailor’s. She paused in her sewing, standing up from her work station and picking up her (half finished) mug of tea.

“Hi, Joe,” she said, smiling softly. “What can I help you with..?”

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Emergency Eggs [Ellen & Candace]

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Candace let herself in through the shop’s front door, having to smooth herself down from the frazzled mess she was sure that she was. Travel had always been something she tended to shy away from— and even the short, bumpy ride between Castanet and Flowerbud flustered her poor nerves. Whether it was the actual carriage working some sort of hex on her she didn’t understand, or some product of her nervousness come to life in tangible form, the short journey always left her hair feeling as though it’d taken on a strange component of static cling. Candace was, each time she popped her face into Blue Sky Ranch’s shop, very much like a dryer sheet that had accidentally tumbled around in a second load of laundry.

“Hi, Ellen,” she mumbled as she approached the counter, still smoothing a palm down over the front of her straight cut bangs, now currently not so straight. Under the motion, she wore a soft, rueful smile. “Please tell me you guys aren’t out of eggs...? Horn Ranch ran out this morning, and I have so much baking I gotta start tonight..”