Tailor and Sawbones

Th' names Stitch. Number nine of th' Felt. After much pesterin' an' gripin' I finally got this fuckin' site. Don't expect nothin' fancy. Timeline ((This is a Sassline dependent blog but will interact with anyone!))

[whiskeycouturier]

Die I found something you will like.

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I like a lot of things.

[whiskeycouturier]

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CHOKES

[whiskeycouturier]

It's a lager so it is a dark beer. Very smooth from what I've heard.

If you don't try a bottle, I'm going to be very disappointed in you.

[whiskeycouturier]

Die I found something you will like.

[6000000percentdone-moved]

I like a lot of things.

[whiskeycouturier]

[whiskeycouturier]

Die I found something you will like.

[trac3]

is it too late for m!as? ....Spirit Door!

((Never too late for m!as (tho giving a time limit would be good)))

Spirit Door: Muse is turned into a ghost. If muse is normally a ghost, they are now alive.

> Well. Oops.

> It was over faster than you could even notice. You just got up to pee when you just drop dead. Admittedly, it’s not the first time you see your own dead body, but that didn’t make it any less awkward.

> Well shit, what now?

[whiskeycouturier]

Stitch was trying to relax when all of the sudden he smelled burning fabric. He sat up, seeing Trace's Effigy a blaze. "Shit." Working quickly, he knocked the hat off of it and cut it down, getting the fire to go out. Then he got to work putting up the new one, maybe sure to give Trace an earful when he saw him next.

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[pvt]

That still leaves the ‘blow up a room’ option.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

Are you volunteering?

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

Another suggestion then.

How about you go fuck yourself.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

So feisty.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

I don’t know.

Do something else then.

Blow up a room. Read a book. Mattress surf down the stairs.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

I’ve read all my books and I am not mattress surfing anything.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

That still leaves the ‘blow up a room’ option.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

Are you volunteering?

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

Why don’t you make something for yourself.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

Like what? All my clothes are in perfect condition and there is no reason to make anything new.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

I don’t know.

Do something else then.

Blow up a room. Read a book. Mattress surf down the stairs.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

I've read all my books and I am not mattress surfing anything.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

…

And how exactly do you expect me to entertain you.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

I don’t really care. Recommend novels, movies, commission something.

I’m bored. I’ve almost raided Match’s liquor cabinet three times.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

Why don’t you make something for yourself.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

Like what? All my clothes are in perfect condition and there is no reason to make anything new.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

You wouldn’t.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

You wanna bet on that?

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

…

And how exactly do you expect me to entertain you.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

I don't really care. Recommend novels, movies, commission something.

I'm bored. I've almost raided Match's liquor cabinet three times.

[whiskeycouturier]

You can do something about it or you can find someone else to make your suits.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

Why am I supposed to do something about it.

[whiskeycouturier]

Because I’m bored

[pvt]

You left your tie here.

Your tie+an effigy+my boredom

Do the math.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

[pvt]

You wouldn’t.

[whiskeycouturier]

[pvt]

You wanna bet on that?

[whiskeycouturier]

You can do something about it or you can find someone else to make your suits.

[donttouchthediamonds-deactivate]

Why am I supposed to do something about it.

[whiskeycouturier]

Because I'm bored

[pvt]

You left your tie here.

Your tie+an effigy+my boredom

Do the math.

[whiskeycouturier]

You can do something about it or you can find someone else to make your suits.

[whiskeycouturier]

I have finished all of the commissions I had, I haven't seen Doze in a long time, and I finished all the novels I have been putting off.

[whiskeycouturier]

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He glanced down at Apollo before reaching up and rubbing Die’s back. He missed those days when the younger man would bother him as he worked or crawl into how lap because something bothered him. But Die had someone else and Stitch was proud of that. When he heard the yawn,...

[whiskeycouturier]

He picked his cigar back up and puffed at it as Die got settled. There is no way Stitch could do that with his knees. He looked at him and chuckled. "Everything is fine, Die." He said, tapping ashes into the ashtray. "I know I didn't teach you a lot of my old customs..." He sighed. No, that isn't the right place to start.

"Your girlfriend. TA, right?" He asked. "You... Really like her?" He asked, looking all like the nervous father.

[whiskeycouturier]

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Stitch put his cigar into the ashtray because he knew Die would be in his lap in just a moment. Most people knew him as the harsh and cold tailor. Only Die knew his softer side. Okay, Doze knew as well but in a different way. Stitch held his son, a smile on his age worn...

[whiskeycouturier]

He glanced down at Apollo before reaching up and rubbing Die's back. He missed those days when the younger man would bother him as he worked or crawl into how lap because something bothered him. But Die had someone else and Stitch was proud of that. When he heard the yawn, he chuckled and pushed Die away.

"Ya can sleep later. Right now, we gotta talk." He said. Even his voice sounded softer, which meant he wasn't going to yell or anything.

[whiskeycouturier]

Stitch had been anxious. Die was home but he hadn’t been able to talk to him. The holiday season was usually the busiest time for him. When he finally had some time, he sent a message to Die to meet him in the Workshop, they needed to talk.

He sat in his leather chair,...

[whiskeycouturier]

Stitch pit his cigar into the ashtray because he knew Die would be in his lap in just a moment. Most people knew him as the harsh and cold tailor. Only Die knew his softer side. Okay, Doze knew as well but in a different way. Stitch held his son, a smile on his age worn face. He reached down and allowed Apollo to sniff his hand so he could pet it later. "Glad ya could make it." The old man said.

[whiskeycouturier]

The Talk

Stitch had been anxious. Die was home but he hadn't been able to talk to him. The holiday season was usually the busiest time for him. When he finally had some time, he sent a message to Die to meet him in the Workshop, they needed to talk.

He sat in his leather chair, fingering the linked gold rings hanging around his neck. He really could have used a drink right then but he swore he would never drink again after he struck Doze. Instead he had a cup of tea sitting on the side table and a thick cigar in his mouth that he puffed from.

He had another chair pulled up next to his own and a small box next to his teacup. This was going to be a talk that he had been looking forward to for a long time.

Despite his rough exterior, he was nervous. He failed to teach Die his human customs so he wasn't sure how well this would go over. He sat back in his leather chair and smoked his cigar, sipping his tea and waiting.