“Uhm...oh--I mean...usually in the closet-? But uhm...my sewing machine is in my bedroom mostly...I’m usually reading in the parlor and uhm...” It went without saying that Garridan’s parlor was more of a library if anything. While at times he’d sew in there, he found it quite difficult seeing as he’d amassed stacks of books--though organized--everywhere. He didn’t even have a television or any sort of entertainment system, seeing as most nights were spent doing body retrievals and embalming. Hosting funeral services was also another thing in of itself; so it made more sense to indulge in his craft within the confines of his relatively empty bedroom.
“You’ve never shopped for fabrics--? Oh...well. Uhm--it’s easy! I suppose it’d just depend on ah...we’d have to measure someone...or come up w-with our own. It just ah, depends on the type of materials you’d like.” While Garridan by no means considered himself on the level of fashion designers, he was fairly adequate at going about making clothes with supplies from a regular fabric store. He wasn’t one for flashier items, anyways. “No, don’t worry if you don’t know...just uhm...well, one evening you should stop by-! And uhm...we can reference your pictures. Pick out what’s best...but only if that’s alright with you.”
The blond felt his stomach churn slightly, burning with a searing cold. After growing up during the time of rations and food shortages, Garridan had learned very quickly to finish everything he’d picked out--even at the cost of his own well-being. Absent-mindedly sipping from his glass, the vampire simply went along with Kiki’s whims. The wiccan had proved herself to be trustworthy, and seeing as she had come with Stanislav; she didn’t seem keen on leaving the premises. Which was good for the mortician, seeing as he was already feeling out-of-body.
Outside it was certainly cool, and by then Garridan had finished off a single glass. Eyeing his second-glass with a vacant look, he took to sipping even more. His limbs tingled with an electric-like pulse as the blood seemed to stick to the walls of his throat, and while he wasn’t as drunk as he was at Red Rose; the cold flush of his cheeks and light-headedness that came with downing his drink made Garridan regret his earlier decision to follow Kiki’s lead. What was that about pacing himself?
He frowned slightly as he finished his second glass, laying down on his side and curling up. Sliding off his mask; he seemed somewhat groggy as he shut his eyes, emitting a soft sigh.
“Mmmmm....stars are so pretty. K-kasumi told me...” His blond brows furrowed momentarily as he hiccuped, but then his expression laxxed. “He told me stars have names...that’s very cute huhhh? It...it makes me happy...”
“That’s where I thought it may be!....I’m pretty sure that’s the only room in your home I have yet to see”. Though the wiccan had been throughout most of the vampires house, she found they tended to spend most the visit in the parlor or kitchen. Sometimes the guest room when Kiki would spend the night at his humble abode.
She’d never really looked at fabrics before. Despite going to arts and craft stores plenty, she always avoided the fabric section. Mainly because she didn’t need or want anything involving fabrics. But now the image of her fantasy designs coming to life was very much appealing. “I would love to Garridan! I just need to go through my sketchbook and find out which designs I want to bring to life!”
Watching as her friend curled up on the ground, she stared up at the twinkling stars. “Ohhhh mmm reallllly? I wonder....” she slips out of her heels and kicks them away. They were starting to hurt her feet anyway and weren’t very easy to walk in the grass with. Letting her bare feet touch the grass she did a twirl before letting herself plop down beside Garridan. “Mmm what if! Starssss had uhhhh their own personalities!!! Mmmm andddd their own livesss up in spacceeeee! I wanna be friends with a staaarrr!” She giggled at the thought, imagining herself befriending a star in the sky.
