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Post by Tsughi on Jan 16, 2012 8:56:37 GMT -8
Russell looked over his stock of cloth with pursed lips. Something didn't seem quite right. After standing in there for a while, absent-mindedly tapping a finger on his chin, one of his employees came up to him.
The boy twiddled his fingers nervously before he cleared his throat to catch the manager's attention.
The tortie blinked and looked down at the tom by his side before looking back off again.
"What es et?"
"I-I was going to ask you the same thing," came the reply and then a quick intake of breath. "...s-sir."
The frenchman flicked an ear and let his hand fall down to his sides before turning to the other cat. The height difference was immense between the full grown cat and the small teenage boy who worked for him; Russell's chin was nearly tucked into his chest as he regarded the other tom.
"Take stock of our inventory, would you?" He said before going about to float around the store, seemingly lost in thought.
"Yes, sir! Right away, sir!" Came the startled reply and the little tom rushed off to do just that.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 16, 2012 15:49:19 GMT -8
Entering the shop, Sonya sighed and glanced around. After his favorite suit got some sort of wine spilled on it, he needed a new one. There were plenty of other, higher class places to get suits, but honestly he was sick of the majority of them. Looking at fabric here at least might not go amiss.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 16, 2012 16:00:53 GMT -8
((Russell would be offended at the thought of his place not being of the higher class shops xD))
The tortie's ear flickered at the bell above the door chimed, signaling the entry of a costumer. Instantly he appeared to the front of the shop, his playful smile lighting his features once more. Already in hand was his tape measure and he stepped towards the cat expectantly.
"Bonjour, welcome to Petites Flores," He gave his standard introduction with a small wave of his hand. "Es there anything I can per'aps interest you in today?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 16, 2012 17:13:30 GMT -8
((He's in the downtown and not uptown. Sonya comes from like, the second/third richest family in town. They usually send away to Paris or New York for their clothes, who are we kidding.))
Sonya blinked, leaning back slightly. "I presume that you do men's suits here as well?" he asked, eyes drifting around the shop and the various fabrics.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 16, 2012 17:34:50 GMT -8
((I understand that. It's just I thought it was funny that Russell would probably be really offended))
"Ne m'insulte pas, of course! What kind of suit ar' you looking for today, monsieur?" He blinked politely at the tom as he turned and gestured to a corner of the shop. "I 'ave some heavy working material, ef that suit your fancy. I also 'ave some silks and lighter wear ef you would prefer that."
The tortie paused to turn back to his costumer with a thoughtful look. "Something of a dark blue? Or per'aps silver with gold trim? Bring out your eyes a little more? Probably smooth the shoulders as well to make them more slender?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 16, 2012 18:11:33 GMT -8
"Grey," he returned, shifting. "Preferably. For work." Under the other tom's gaze he remembered now why he hated getting new suits, especially from new tailors. He really hated the feeling like he was being appraised, and like his taste was under interrogation.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 17, 2012 6:17:09 GMT -8
Russell looked over the tom once again before giving his head a soft nod. "Grey could work," He said aloud, always agreeing ultimately with what the costumer wanted, but he could try to change it a little, couldn't he?
The tortie's tail flicked behind him as he went back over to the color of the store, looking into his selection of greys. He thumbed a few of them before brining over two samples to his costumer. "I 'ave two materials that would suit your tastes, monsieur," he presented the two small square sheets of cloth. "I 'ave some nail head textures that will appear grey while also giving some depth," He gestured to the speckled material. "I also 'ave some corduroy in a nice dark grey, it es a good heavy material. Ef you don't like either of dese then I 'ave some tweed as well. Ef you choose tweed it would not be a probablem to put in a silk liner ef you dislike the rough texture."
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 18, 2012 0:19:40 GMT -8
"What about wool?" Sonya found himself asking, not looking entirely impressed with either material. They were a little too flashy on either side for him, even in the muted tones. He may wear simple clothing, but the materials were fine and he preferred the classical cuts for a reason.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 22, 2012 14:58:35 GMT -8
Russell was already disappearing back to the corner to collect another sample. A few seconds later he returned with a little square cut of wool in one hand and a sheet of paper with a few sketches on it.
"Here es a sample of our wool," He said and offered the cloth with a small smile, no hurt at all from his choices being outright rejected. The tortie's tail bobbed behind him and he lifted the other sheet to gain the tom's attention. "I 'ave a few sketches of suit styles 'ere. You see any you like?"
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 22, 2012 15:09:54 GMT -8
Sonya looked at the sketches and suppressed a small sigh. He really was a tom that enjoyed the classics and wasn't usually sure what to do with anything else. "What about that one?" he asked, gesturing to the one that looked like the most classic cut, even if it had a button extra.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 22, 2012 18:11:20 GMT -8
With a glance at the chosen sketch, the tortie set the sheet to the side and pulled the tape measure between his two hands.
"I just need to get a few measurements," He stated as he deftly slipped the thin tape around Sonya's waist. The cat proved to be quick and as agile as a snake as he weaved around the silver tom. A measure of his shoulders, arms sliding around him to get hip measurements, going down his side to get his arms, tucking under those said arms to measure his torso.... Russell just didn't seem to stop moving; that was until he stalked away, his tail swishing behind him gracefully, as he went and pulled the material off the shelf to the sewing machine by his desk.
If Sonya looked close enough, there was a very amused grin on the tortie's face as he smuggly began to cut into the material seemingly at random.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 23, 2012 19:44:30 GMT -8
Sonya just about froze entirely when the other waved the tape measure around him, feeling his muscles stiffen. Waiting the other out, he could feel himself start to relax as soon as they were done. "Do you find something amusing?" he asked, crossing his arms over his chest in a protective measure and leaning against the counter.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 25, 2012 14:53:28 GMT -8
Russell laid the tape over the material and made a few marks with a peice of charcol before he went back to cutting the material, humming a small soft tune under his breath. When Sonya leaned onto the counter, the tortie glanced up from his work before dutifully going back to completing the order. "Et es something that es amusing to me only," Russell said in a way of explaination. "I don't think you would understand it much, monsieur. Et es more of, a what you would call, an inside joke." His eyes glittered and he made eye contact with the other, his faint smile still in place.
The tom's tail curled behind him contentedly and he went back to humming under his breath as he worked. He had long ago learned to let his hands guide themselves and they seemed to work the cloth with their own will. It came to easy to Russell, like breathing. It was soothing and relaxing, he found. It was probably the thing he was best at, besides the dealings he did under the table. At this, a faint smile touched the Tortie's lips.
"So, 'ow es the business running over at your police office? Ef you do not mind my asking, monsieur..." Oh yes, Russell knew who this cat was. It was hard not to in a city like Felidae, specially for someone of the frenchman's standing in the underworld.
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Post by victoriousscarf on Jan 25, 2012 15:02:45 GMT -8
Sonya blinked at that, fairly certain he really did not like that answer. "Well, it has been going as well as it ever has," he replied, eyes narrowed slightly. "The criminals keep doing what they do and we keep doing what we do. Do you often laugh at inside jokes around other cats then?" he could not help but add.
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Post by Tsughi on Jan 25, 2012 15:38:52 GMT -8
Russell continued, to cut the material, unfazed. "That es good. Criminals these days are becoming difficult to weed out, no?" He asked and made a final snip and had two peices, the front and the back, of his jacket cut out. Sweeping to his feet he held up the cut cloth to compare to the model, giving a small nod after a moment. As the tortie made his way back to the seat, his long fluffy tail absentmindly trailed over the edge of his desk. If one didn't know any better, one could call the move very flirtatious and... feminine. For Russell, it was just, well, Russell. He didn't intend it to be either of those things but it just came out that way.
"I only laugh when I cannot 'elp et," He said as he seated himself again, begining to work on the sleeves of the coat. Snip snip... The sound of his scissors rang in the air again.
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