The Moving Tailor

[Patch]

'No matter how hard you work, no matter how much you travel, you should always take care of your clothes.' This is the motto of the traveling tailor, the strange shapeshifter known mainly as the 'Patch.' Various towns have had visits from this strange man, but he is most well known in the bigger cities, where his expertise is widely needed.

His store was constantly on the move, how the entire building moved every week was a mystery to most. And the insides were even stranger. It was a single room building, the front and back divided by a counter. However, instead of the usual materials and threads that usually hang around behind a tailor's counter, all that was there was a solitary workdesk, and the odd Terrka working there, back facing the counter. He was almost always there, sewing and mending everything thatr found it's way across the counter...

Of course, it wasn't a bad life. In fact, it was much preffered by Patch, as it meant he had as little contact with others as possible. He could care less about race, personality, or even their alliances, as long as their clothing was fine.

[echo]

The wind daemon skulked around in the shadows of the city. His eyes weren't comfortable with the light, though he had been in this world for a while. He just wasn't made for the brightness and the majority of the beings here weren't made for the darkness. So much for democratic votes. He had once again come into the city after what one would say a "after a long, long time". So far, the city was mostly the same, people running around, buildings were all the same, maybe a bit more rundown, but still in working condition until...

Wait, there was one building here that he hadn't noticed before. Echo was quite sure that he hadn't seen it before. He stopped, staring at the building and blinking his golden eyes slowly. This action only lasted for a few moments before the golden-haired daemon strode towards the building, entering and peeking in curiously. He was glad to see that it wasn't quite as illuminated as the other ones, so he guessed that the person that lived here wasn't human--or entirely human. The place was small and there was a figure at the back. He wasn't sure if he should call out, so he quickly darted in and shut the door behind him.

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[Patch]

"Hmph." Patch grumbled. Couldn't he at least get a little time? He spun around, glaring at the person at the door, then stopped. Who was this? He set his project down and stood, letting his fingers become fingers again (It could be consideed rude and bad for business to wield needles in front of customers), and walked to the ounter, leaning across it to stare at the person at the door.

"So, what'chya need?" He asked, looking the person over. He looked rather young, but rushed into his store a bit too fast. He knew for a fact no small boys cared for their clothes that much.

Then again, he did...

[echo]

Echo's eyes gleamed in amusement as the wind brought an exasperated grunt from the being's mouth. He was working hard on some kind of fabric--he must have been a tailor, a fairly new one as he had never seen his building around before. Taking a cautious sniff of the air, he determined the fact that the person was indeed a shapeshifter tailor, judging also from the small gleams that each of his fingertips seemed to hold. They were probably needles. He watched again, amused as the shapeshifter stared across at him, as if scrutinizing his very clothes. Well, they weren't in the best condition, if any good condition at all. They were mostly muddied and ripped from his constant swinging through trees and being exposed to rough environmental conditions. At least they had served him well.

Echo grinned, slightly exposing his fangs. "Just looking." He said with a slight nod. Was his demeanor too suspicious? Or could the shapeshifter just sense his difference as he could sense the shapeshifter's difference. He had really just came to see what kind of person had come to stay. If he had been accepted by the humans so easily, then he must have a high esteem. Of course he would be well dressed, but how wealthy was he? It wasn't everyday that one would see a less popular, lesser viewed creature accepted among human society.

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[Patch]

Just looking? There was nothing to look at here, no matter how you thought about it. Unless I'm counted as something to look at. True, most of his customers would stare at him for quite a while before they finally said what they wanted to say, especially when they caught him working (which is to say, all the time). But they never knew he was a shapeshifter until they entered.

"Well kid, you really need to clean up." He said. nodded at the person' clothing, for emphasis. "It's bad enough people wear clothing in that condition, but they bring in clothes that are in better condition to be mended, instead of the rags on their backs." He grumbled something else, then looked the boy in the eyes. "Now, you've either come to get me to mend those, or you're hiding. Which is it?"

((Sorry for the delay, lots of work.))

[echo]

Echo looked at the male, blinking slowly, as if he didn't understand what the tailor was getting at. Clean up...? But he was perfectly clean, wasn't he? Well, by his own standards he was, obviously not the tailor's. "Hnh?" He murmured to cover up the silence. Of course. The tailor was talking about his clothes. It was as if he was hinting that he wanted to mend them. But Echo himself saw no need to mend his attire. It looked perfectly fine to him and whenever he wanted to, he was very, very stubborn. It would take a lot of convincing for the tailor to make him give up his attire for repair, but Echo didn't have any money--another reason why he couldn't ask for a repair.

Echo's eyes lit up as the shapeshifter's eyes met his golden ones. He knew that it was a random movement, but he couldn't help himself. Eye contact was a feat of life that he rarely got to experience. Many were afraid of daemons and tended to avoid them. At least the shapeshifter was more or less fearless--or he knew that Echo wasn't the strongest of daemons around. "Um... well..." Echo wasn't sure how to answer. "I have no cash on me." He shrugged, realizing how random the statement was. Once again, Echo wondered how the shapeshifter had moved here.

(( It's fine. I can be slow sometimes too. ))

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[Patch]

What was the problem with people now? Supposedly, way back when, people went into a store for a reason. Sure, browsing at a jewelry store is fine, once in a while, and maybe the butcher might have some good quality meat that you wish you could buy, but browsing just gets a businessman's hopes worked up for nothing. It brings nothing but grief!

Such odd eyes. He thought, after staring at the boy's yes for a while. Gold eyes weren't exactly common in this city. So he must be a non-human resident. Just like me, kind of. Patch f course, never stayed in one place for too long. I isn't fun, and people start to think that they can get discounts or something, because of their frequency.

"Hm." He mumbled, staring at the guest. No money? That explains the clothes. Actually, they were in pretty good condition, if you consider that. Unless he only means at the moment, and at home he has a few bars of gold hidden. "Well, then, I see why you think that's a problem." He said. "But I won't allow the poor to wander cold and itchy." Of course, his actual poor status was yet to be confirmed, but he isn't without a heart, now is he?