You can only front for so long...
Wasting no time, the stallion fetches some linen from behind the sofa along with a small leather pouch, readying a length of thread before starting to cut the fabric roughly. "So come on, you're not a mute! This'll take a while... tell me what's on your mind? What's it like walking ancient Greece without anything but some feathers on your back, eh?"
"It was interesting. i didn't get to see much however."
He nods, already done hand-sewing the outline of a short-cut halter top, styled a bit like the local garb "I think some nice embroided trim will do well... I was saving this for something, now I know what! But honestly... you're fixated on your next suit, aren't you? I see that focus in your eyes, like you're trying to see further than here..."
"Yeah. I kind of want out of this place. I don't really like this world."
Katie nods direly as he finishes attaching the trim, then paces over and helps it on you, covering your chest perfect with a modest clevage and loose shoulders. Taking a step back, he nods and gets to work on your skirt "Could I come with you?"
"To the next world? Sure. But what if there is only 1 suit?" You ask before fussing over the shirt. "Do you have a mirror?"
Soon, he helps you into the long skirt, falling all the way down to your heels, then shakes his head as he remembers your question. "Sorry... I'm not rolling in fame and fortune yet. Take it from me, you look astounding." He adds with a smirk. "With or without those rags. As for the next suit... we'll see. But honestly, you're good company, I'd hate to part ways so quickly."
"From what I see of them, they're amazing, but I suppose I better take them off when working."
"That's up to you. you don't feel uncomfortable going around without them? I know... well... I can seem a bit rude sometimes."
"More I don't want to dirty them, you understand. These are a bit refined for construction wear."
Katie raises a finger and stops you "I'll make you another pair. It's not that I want to pressure you, but men are men, and sometimes it's better to err on the side of caution. If my reaction right now is any indication, you're the belle of the ball in any party here."
"And more rugged for working in, I hope?"
He nods as he shows you a hard-woven, tarp-like fabric, cutting it in double with some of the softer one to face inwards "Believe me... I think I know what I'm doing. It's nice having a muse!" he comments, raising your chin with a finger. "Just watch, I'll get back to the human world and I'll be working in Milan or something... if I get back. Do you wonder sometimes?"
"I suppose everyone will think I am dead... I'll need to start again, from scratch."
Your friend sighs deep as he cuts the fabric, then halfway through sewing, pauses and holds his face in his hands. You don't see anything at first, but you start hearing light, steady sobbing and a few light sniffs of the male's powerful nostrils.
Written by Craven on 01 June 2010