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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 22, 2016 2:17:01 GMT
"Fuck off. No fucking skirts." Tears were running down his burning face now, feeling like magma. He stomped off to the bathroom. "If there's a skirt waiting for me when I get back, you're going out the window!" He yelled from the doorway before he ducked in and slammed the door. He yanked the faucet to rain cold water into the sink and splashed his face. Fuck! He had completely lost it! A deep shame struck his overclocked heart. Why the hell would be act like this to somebody who went out of her way to help him? He felt sick to his stomach as he looked in the mirror. "Fuck you. Worthless piece of shit, what the fuck is wrong with you?" He rested his head against the mirror and sighed. Iris better not have heard any of that.
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Post by Iris on Mar 22, 2016 2:27:40 GMT
Fingers moving in the intrepid silence that followed, Iris sewed the light denim until a pair of light, and slightly baggy pants were in their place. The only thing truly left was the hat; the only other thing that she couldn't replicate would be shoes. She was a seamstress, not a cobbler. The idea of dirty shoes with such a clean and expertly made ensemble...it made her heart heavy with woe at the thought. As Iris sewed together the makings of a cap, briefly she took a moment and considered if maybe she'd gone out of line; true she had said what she did with the intention of being rude, but she also didn't see it as quite a big deal. Again, she hadn't entirely lied about the way she viewed clothing in the sense of its gender-less identity, it was just not something that bothered her. Iris wore anything and everything so long as she could make it and wear it.
It was only a short while after that she placed the cap on top of the faceless mannequin that she quickly began to sew on each piece once more, but in places that were odd and out of place; beneath the collar of the coat, against the side of the shirt, beneath the lapel of one of the pant's pockets, and finally, right beneath the bill of the cap. In each place, Iris had sewn a few minuscule insignia; nothing too serious, but something to help someone who'd live outside like one that allowed the fabric to be waterproof, another to toughen the material enough so that it'd be less likely to tear. To finish the entire outfit to her standards, Iris sewed her initials in flowery, golden stitching along the jacket's front pocket and stood back with a slight sigh. There just wasn't something satisfying to her about this whole ordeal just yet...could it be that she felt bad?
Moments passed and then a knock rapped against the bathroom door, three quick and precise taps from her knuckles. "Like clothing, people are very...diverse. Just like the material of your suit, I'm not very...familiar with the workings of certain feelings. You're a lot like your suit's fabric, whereas I'm a lot more like another. Regardless...your outfit's finished." Probably the closest thing to an apology Iris could muster, she was just too proud to give anything direct.
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 22, 2016 2:49:46 GMT
Ron looked up from the mirror. Iris' words from outside didn't help his feelings of guilt. She shouldn't be apologizing! Well, maybe a little, but not as much as him. He reluctantly opened the door, shoulders slumped. "I... eh, fuck off. Don't talk like that." There was no weight behind the insults. Ron slumped past her to the outfit, looking it over. There was a deep satisfaction as he observed them. They didn't just look right, they felt right. It took a moment for one final snipe. "No boxers? Well that tells me something I did not need to know about you."
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Post by Iris on Mar 22, 2016 2:57:06 GMT
"Sorry, I'm not very good at manufacturing diapers." She gave another wave of her hand and made her way towards her dolls that had run out of fabric to spin, they simply lay still with their mouths wide open before she picked them up, repeating the same processes from before several times over until she had now a cleaner floor and quieter dolls, of which she then threw into the ugly pouch bound at her hip. "The clothes should suit out as you roll around in dirt and such. The material I used on most of your outfit is extremely durable and as such, they are also extremely perfect. I didn't miss a single stitch, all should go extremely well as you go and hop into your dumpsters once more."
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 22, 2016 3:17:19 GMT
Ron sighed and slipped the clothing over his carapace. It looked like he needed to do that anyway, given that shoes seemed beyond this loopy lady's abilities. Soon, all that was left was the hat. Ron tossed the towel from his head at Iris' face, quickly replacing it so the red goggles sticking through his green hair didn't show for more than a half second, hopefully a half second Iris was distracted in. Fully clothed, he turned back to the bathroom to make quick use of its mirror. He smiled just for an instant. He looked right. He looked Ron. "I... suppose I should thank you."
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Post by Iris on Mar 22, 2016 13:51:07 GMT
Iris's disgusted expression was hidden when the damp towel hit her face, only for her to quickly fling it off after with a scowl. However, a second was all Iris's excellent attention to detail took to notice the half-second of red peeking through his hair. While Ron got dressed, Iris turned towards her work-table and in her hand she held a simple cap; no flourish, no extravagance to really be had, it was just a light and convenient cap that she then presented to Ron. "And here's this, since you seem very adamant on hiding whatever's on your head." Patting off non-existent dust from her skirt, Iris stood straighter and her chest swelled with pride as she scoffed slightly. "No thanks are necessary, I did this entirely out of my own selfish desire."
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 22, 2016 23:47:32 GMT
"It'll do." Ron gleefully plopped the cap over the goggles. "I wasn't going to thank you anyway. This is just better than going naked. Barely." He stretched and looked at the door, hesitating a second. "So you don't need anything? It might happen to interest me." Ron's thin veneer of disinterest was hopelessly shoddy.
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Post by Iris on Mar 24, 2016 2:39:46 GMT
"Hah, the satisfaction alone is all I need. I performed a miracle today; like turning coal into diamonds." Iris's tone was as static as it'd always been, but there was something hidden beneath the veil of practically forced confidence. Her hands made their way to the loose pieces of hair that fell along the nape of her neck and shoulders, moving them and pinning them into place as she surveyed the mess she'd made carelessly once more as she always did in the passion of creation. "You should probably worry about yourself anyways, seems like all Flipside cares about is getting its third grade science project back. Unless they're looking for a really good coat, they'll get nothing by coming here after you leave."
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Post by HungryHunter on Mar 24, 2016 4:01:23 GMT
"Good. I'd probably not help out anyway." Ron shrugged his coat to hug his neck and marched to the door. "If they do come, don't deny I was here. They'll be able to tell. Just say I robbed you." After a pause to deliver that information, he stepped out. No way to contact her again, no real final words. Ron went back into a big wide world where he was utterly alone. He settled into his usual frown, flitting at the edges of the hallways. But deep inside, there was a little light. He couldn't really hate Iris. And as unlikely as it was, he thought he might meet her again. He had a habit of running into people. A frown was all he displayed to the world, but there was a little smile in his heart.
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