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kaengeru:

Tha ain’t! God, shut th’fuck up!! Yer tryin t'know me, y'keep tryin n’t'ain’t happenin! Dickhead!! Fuck!

[Enya’s thrown rock hadn’t been aimed, in any sense. So him being hit, let alone react like that, was a surprise. One that, as violence does, gets her laughing. Hearty and loud. Arm against her sore stomach as she doubles over.

A most minute feeling pings in her head - dead? But the throw, though as aggressive as anything, wasn’t targeted. Sharp.

She’d check on him. Eventually. Let her enjoy this.]

[She could enjoy it as much as she liked. He was going to take a couple minutes to drift back into consciousness. Groaning and sitting up to rub at his now swollen up and bloodied eye. Memory of the couple minutes before he got hit with it was fuzzy. He wasn’t in a hurry to stand up, yet.] Ouch...

penanceisthecure:

Could suck to be you, if somebody thought you looked worth robbing.

[they appreciate knowing they won’t get punched. They like their face as is and they like HIS face as is. No need for any black eyes.]

Unless you have some magic for that. Fighting.

[Nuance seems a little dead here, but Ravi’s reaction was honestly too cute to be bothered by. Falcata doesn’t need to be understood as badly as the other wants to understand them.]

N-No??? Fighting isn’t a normal everyday activity that I have to worry about. [Scoffed lightly before hesitating.] I...I guess I could use my needles in a pinch.

cdwalker

sunnystiches:

Philly-whats? [Blinked once after checking out baby plants and coming back to stand near to Charlie. To be respectful and not like…wandering around unsupervised.]

Philodendrons. Big kinda… monstera lookin’ plants almost? Big fern-like leaves. I have a few, if y’wanna see ‘em.

[ He didn’t mind any wandering. Not like he could tell anyway! Save for the volume of Ravi’s voice. ]

sunnystiches

I...I would. [He decided. Plants were nice. Uh. He’s curious and slightly nervous. Nothing serious.]

cdwalker

sunnystiches:

…Cute. [Whispered to Charlie as he finished the last of the blankets. Smoothing it after folding it into the completed pile. Getting up to go check out the plants in the window.]

Do you have anything that can live a week or two at a time without too much attention? [Thinking about his mother.]

[ Wow he is not cute. Charlie squinted a bit, caught off guard. Shook himself off after a moment though. ]

Hm. Philodendrons maybe. Easier t’overwater than underwater. Or lucky bamboo which can go even longer without water. Or y’can grow it in water, as long as it’s changed out every week. Easier t’get philodendrons than bamboo though. Gotta uh- grift those from somewhere, since they’re not usually locally grown.

sunnystiches

Philly-whats? [Blinked once after checking out baby plants and coming back to stand near to Charlie. To be respectful and not like...wandering around unsupervised.]

mr-pulvis:

Yeah man, no worries. Take yer time. [ Miles was never one to go out of his way to eavesdrop but.. it’s not like Ravi went very far, even with his hushed tones a few words catch his ear. Mostly the love you, which makes him bite back a grin. He wouldn’t say anything though– didn’t want to ruffle the feathers of someone making clothes for him. ]

Cool, that works for me. When should I swing by t’pick it up?

We actually call you when it’s ready for pick up, but it shouldn’t take much more than five days to get to it. We have a pretty good turn around time.

cdwalker:

Mmhm. I grow herbs and flowers, mostly. Some seedlin’ trees before I have t’sell ‘em when they get too big. Herbs are good for th’kinda stuff we do here, sometimes. When pills don’ do enough or aren’t right for someone. Mostly myself.

[ Terrible addicts like him. ]

There are some buds over on th’windowsill. The babies stay inside until they’re strong enough t’go up top.

...Cute. [Whispered to Charlie as he finished the last of the blankets. Smoothing it after folding it into the completed pile. Getting up to go check out the plants in the window.]

Do you have anything that can live a week or two at a time without too much attention? [Thinking about his mother.]

penanceisthecure

sunnystiches:

[Tucked pocket in the right way and smoothed the coat. Sheepish as he shrugged.]

I’m not a billboard, sorry? I rely on the little stuff I do more than, like, showcasing myself as a model of that work.

I can’t tell what you mean by ‘overthinking’ it…

I’m saying your fashion aesthetic is irrelevant and you could have used magic to convince me to give you all my money.

In theory, you could wear magic fuzzy pajamas and win me over like it’s nothing.

But, either you’re too honest? Which is sweet.

[Tips head just a tad to the side and mouth pulls up slightly.]

Or you’re too weak.

sunnystiches

It would be terrible and dishonest business practice to magically swindle random people on the street! [He agreed with a flustered huff about the idea of it. He’s too ‘sweet’ to do that to people.]

Weak how? [He was really struggling to figure out what Falcata’s deal was, yet.] Magically weak? Hardly. Physically weak? Uh, maybe. I don’t go to the gym as much as I should. Like, fight-y weak? Yeah, I don’t know how to punch people in the face, sucks to be me.

penanceisthecure:

You’re overthinking it.

[They weren’t trying to dis anybody’s fashion, just commenting on the lack of a “look at me” charm as far as they could tell. Or a “give me money” charm, if that’s a thing.

Would very much like to FEEL the pocket warmth thing, but touching somebody else’s clothes? They’ve got more manners than that.]

Simple is a look.

Not a magically alluring look.

[Tucked pocket in the right way and smoothed the coat. Sheepish as he shrugged.]

I’m not a billboard, sorry? I rely on the little stuff I do more than, like, showcasing myself as a model of that work.

I can’t tell what you mean by ‘overthinking’ it...

cdwalker:

Okay, good. Think I’ve got one too many o’ those in my life at present. [ He let out a little amused snuff from his nose.

Charlie listened, his ears twitching pleasantly at the little hums- sorry that he couldn’t see whatever Ravi was doing, though he imagined it was akin to stitching up a person… With less blood. ]

A good feel, huh. [ He repeated, taking a few seconds to mull through his own feelings about things and realizing that he hadn’t truly felt anything like that in a whole ass minute. Bit of a depressing thought, but it wasn’t as though he’d never felt like that… right? ]

Guess when I manage t’grow somethin’ new in my garden. Or… keep someone from bleedin’ out on th’street. That’s always a relief.

Garden? [He asked with a small perk.] I don’t think I know any gardeners--that aren’t come-go-quickly-customers.

[It’s alright. Don’t need to see it. He was taking his time and getting through the blankets.]

mr-pulvis

sunnystiches:

[Took the hand and shook it firmly before he made a small face.] Um…

C-Can I make a phone call to find out? I don’t usually get a commission while I’m out and about away from the shop…

Of course ya can? [ He really does his best to bite back a laugh but can’t quite manage to do the same with his smile. Was almost tempted to tell Ravi ‘no’, just to see what he would have done but he isn’t that cruel. ] Sorry fer blindsidin’ ya like this, man.

sunnystiches

[Too kind, too kind.]

Thanks. One, uh, one sec! [He turned away to give the illusion of privacy. Dialing his fucking MOM on his phone. Talking to her quietly to tell her what he knew and the situation and deposit or payment-at-completion? Right, right, thanks, love you, ttyl, bye.

He cleared his throat to face Miles again. Slightly flushed, but smiling.]

She’s good with payment on completion. I guess if you end up falling through she can still sell a garment like that to someone else that might show interest--no, uh, no big issue.

penanceisthecure

sunnystiches:

[Ravi didn’t think much of it. If he wanted a from scratch item he’d of just taken measurements and request details to down to bring to his Ma anyway. Then tucked his phone into his shirt pocket. Perking up with a broad smile.]

Uh-huh, darning I can do. Or if it’s beyond darning, I can still repair it. At the fiber level.

[At the fiber level? Sounds fake, but alright.]

I’ll bring something by.

[Getting to be the weather for it. Would be nice if they could shadow walk like Envy, go pick something up right now, but alas. Had to pick things up the old fashioned way.]

How long have you been in the business?

sunnystiches

[To that he brought out a business card to give to the other. Textured, stiff, card stock paper with faux gold inlays for ‘Darzi Darning’ on a scissor blade’s edge. Address and phone numbers and such.]

My Ma owns the shop and she started teaching me when I was old enough to safely hold needles and scissors. So…maybe ten years now? [He was going on a little over seventeen now. Take five or six years…probably about right.] The shop is a older than me…obviously.

penanceisthecure

[how old do you have to be to use needles and scissors if you’re human(they assumed)? Like ten? Sixteen? Aren’t human kids useless until they’re young teens or something?

Fuck if they know. Just nodded in acknowledgement before switching gears.]

Well, decided to go the honest route, huh?

sunnystiches

H-honest route? [He’s confused by the question. Felt like he was missing something or…Was he supposed to be lying about something? His brows knotted.]

penanceisthecure

You stitch charms into clothes, yes? Well, it’s surprising you haven’t chosen to wear something more persuasive.

[half checking for confirmation that they weren’t being charmed, half a bit of a challenge of, why wouldn’t you use it if you really had that sort of magic?]

sunnystiches

[Looked down at himself. Pulling at his white button-up and dusting off his jeans. Lifted arm to look at the sleeve of his own dark-blue winter coat. Thinking a moment.]

I am comfortable. Fashion is nice, but I am not a dress up doll. I am a person. I wear what is comfortable--what makes me feel good to wear. Same as you and what you wear. [He shrugged and lowered the arm. Instead pulling up corner of his coat up and turning the pocket inside out. Pointing out a ling of dark gray thread hidden in the seam.] For pocket warmth.

cdwalker

sunnystiches:

Better than Riki-tiki. [Or something really racist and dismissive. He’d take Razzle Dazzle. Charlie was being goofy–not ignoring how to pronounce his name.

He glanced up briefly while he was working.] \

I do as a way to bring in business–I work at a shop. Darzi Darning. It’s more like…product demoing when I wander around and repair things. Doesn’t cost me or the shop anything to do repairs. Except maybe thread and time.

[He smoothed out the blanket he just repaired and folded it to move onto the next one.]

And I like doing it. Because everyone brings me their little…sentimental projects at first. Mostly. Or things they would otherwise throw away.

Would only call you that if y’happened t’also be a were-mongoose.

[ Charlie paused, however briefly. ] Which I’m gonna assume you’re not.

[ He listened patiently, though. Was always heartwarming whenever he seemed to get someone in the clinic who wasn’t trying to shake them down for money, bandages, beer, or drugs. The way this guy talked about fun little fabrics was a nice change of pace. ]

Guess I didn’ really think of th’blankets as sentimental but… Hm. They do smell like they should. An’ it’d be nice t’not have t’roll around in new ones t’make them smell th’same.

sunnystiches

[Laughed a little about were-mongoose.] Nah, I’m not a were-creature.

[Hummed quietly under his breath while he was working. He legitimately enjoyed what he was doing.] I guess sentimental is a strong word sometimes, but people like their clothing and blankets and things because they’re...reliable and familiar and sometimes make them feel safe or pretty or just a little warm. [He beamed a smile briefly in Charlie’s direction despite the apparent blindness.] Haha, yeah, something to be said about saving time and effort to get new ones, too.

Guess I kinda like that these things get a second life and it reduces some of the waste in the world. It’s, ya know, a lot of things about textiles and repairing them that gives me a good feel. [Felt like he was rambling a lot about himself so he pipped in a,] Anything make you feel like that?

penanceisthecure

sunnystiches:

[Ravi didn’t think much of it. If he wanted a from scratch item he’d of just taken measurements and request details to down to bring to his Ma anyway. Then tucked his phone into his shirt pocket. Perking up with a broad smile.]

Uh-huh, darning I can do. Or if it’s beyond darning, I can still repair it. At the fiber level.

[At the fiber level? Sounds fake, but alright.]

I’ll bring something by.

[Getting to be the weather for it. Would be nice if they could shadow walk like Envy, go pick something up right now, but alas. Had to pick things up the old fashioned way.]

How long have you been in the business?

sunnystiches

[To that he brought out a business card to give to the other. Textured, stiff, card stock paper with faux gold inlays for ‘Darzi Darning’ on a scissor blade’s edge. Address and phone numbers and such.]

My Ma owns the shop and she started teaching me when I was old enough to safely hold needles and scissors. So…maybe ten years now? [He was going on a little over seventeen now. Take five or six years…probably about right.] The shop is a older than me…obviously.

penanceisthecure

[how old do you have to be to use needles and scissors if you’re human(they assumed)? Like ten? Sixteen? Aren’t human kids useless until they’re young teens or something?

Fuck if they know. Just nodded in acknowledgement before switching gears.]

Well, decided to go the honest route, huh?

sunnystiches

H-honest route? [He’s confused by the question. Felt like he was missing something or...Was he supposed to be lying about something? His brows knotted.]

mr-pulvis

sunnystiches:

Pul…vis. [He mumbled while typing it in then lowered the phone to smile.] Ravi Darzi. Nice to meet you, Miles.

Good t’meetcha, Ravi. [ Sticks his hand out for a handshake. ] Do I need t’give you a deposit? Or do I need t’pay ya up front?

sunnystiches

[Took the hand and shook it firmly before he made a small face.] Um...

C-Can I make a phone call to find out? I don’t usually get a commission while I’m out and about away from the shop...

mr-pulvis

sunnystiches:

Thank you. [He took the measurements with a quick confidence that ensured it wasn’t awkward for too long. Keeping them in his head until he was done. Phone out, wordlessly, to type out the numbers into a note file with–Hm.]

Wh-what’s your name? [Asked sheepishly.]

[ He mumbles out a quick no problem as he continues to stand there, awkwardly. Glad that it didn’t take too long. ]

Oh, shit yeah, s’Miles. [ Would lean over, without getting too much into Ravi’s space to point at is phone, ] And if ya need a last name, it’s Pulvis; P-u-l-v-i-s.

sunnystiches

Pul...vis. [He mumbled while typing it in then lowered the phone to smile.] Ravi Darzi. Nice to meet you, Miles.

penanceisthecure

sunnystiches:

[Ravi didn’t think much of it. If he wanted a from scratch item he’d of just taken measurements and request details to down to bring to his Ma anyway. Then tucked his phone into his shirt pocket. Perking up with a broad smile.]

Uh-huh, darning I can do. Or if it’s beyond darning, I can still repair it. At the fiber level.

[At the fiber level? Sounds fake, but alright.]

I’ll bring something by.

[Getting to be the weather for it. Would be nice if they could shadow walk like Envy, go pick something up right now, but alas. Had to pick things up the old fashioned way.]

How long have you been in the business?

sunnystiches

[To that he brought out a business card to give to the other. Textured, stiff, card stock paper with faux gold inlays for ‘Darzi Darning’ on a scissor blade’s edge. Address and phone numbers and such.]

My Ma owns the shop and she started teaching me when I was old enough to safely hold needles and scissors. So...maybe ten years now? [He was going on a little over seventeen now. Take five or six years...probably about right.] The shop is a older than me...obviously.

mr-pulvis

sunnystiches:

…Hm.

[He decided not to comment on that to be polite. But took the point. Fishing around his pockets for a bit of soft measuring tape. The kind that auto-rolled into a housing like a regular tape measure. He lifted his arms into a t-pose.]

Up, please. [Instructed.]

[ Miles appreciates the lack of a comment. He blinks owlishly as he’s MANHANDLED before he realises this is how measurements are taken. So, he T poses and would do so until he was told otherwise. ] Oh, right, sure.

sunnystiches

Thank you. [He took the measurements with a quick confidence that ensured it wasn’t awkward for too long. Keeping them in his head until he was done. Phone out, wordlessly, to type out the numbers into a note file with--Hm.]

Wh-what’s your name? [Asked sheepishly.]

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