@the-fantastic-mister-richards
Lark had always been used to people asking him for his specially custom made attire in district X. Usually his orders were for the student residents of the school, making them clothing and suits for whatever the case was for their particular circumstance regarding their powers. Never did he charge them for any requests, it wouldn’t feel right to ask for compensation for something those kids had no control over. So the side business of being a tailor worked just fine, and some high profile name that required suits always paid handsomely, even if sometimes it felt awkward to take money from people who saved the world. Usually he made the newer suits for the X-men, his latest iteration making sure the suits could adapt to any sort of terrain and situation the team found themselves in. All of that was expected, but what he never thought would happen was someone as renowned as Reed Richards asking for his handwork. Given the prestige of the Fantastic Four, he knew he couldn’t spend too little time on this request and make it some of his best work yet.
“Mr, Richards. It’s Lark Herondale, I’ve got the items you requested with all of the specifications in your notes.” Lark called out in front of his door, wanting to hand deliver the packages, cause a conversation with Reed Richards might open many doors for him. Doors that could help him create a better life for mutant, meta, and inhuman kind. “Um, I know it’s odd of me to ask but why did you choose me for this? I know you’ve always been the mastermind behind your team’s suits.”
