I had a place where I lay my head

[jesterlies]

Who: Shadow Milk and uh. The Forest
What: Shadow Milk doesn't handle grief very well and decides to 1v1 Suri about it.
When: Early/Mid April
Where: The Forest
Warnings: Violence, death, torture, grief, self-destruction, and all warnings associated with Suri being a huge dick.


What do you do when you wake up to half your soul being missing? Throw a tantrum, obviously.

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[jesterlies]

[Good, enjoy the variations of Green he will call you from here on out.]

Oh, this? It's a garment I was curious to get your help with.

[He pauses and then waves a hand in front of his eyes.]

I'll have to take a rain check on sorting out the machine maintenance, as we spoke of before.

[eidxiety]

Oh, your eyes... haha, I can't fix that, but I can help with the clothes.

[Ain walks over, gives Shadow Milk a second to realise he's there, and then gently tries to take the clothing from him. What's the damage looking like, if there's any?]

Was there anything you specifically wanted? And did you want to sit down?

[jesterlies]

[He's listening very carefully, so he isn't startled as Ain approaches. He will ...after some hesitation, give up the clothing. Nothing is damaged, and it's a very well made robe, stitched and embroidered in gold. It's something of Pure Vanilla's.]

I'd like something made out of this, that's a little more my style. A cloak, maybe.

[About sitting... Sitting is ideal, standing has made him feel rather lost in the dark, he's learning and it's not something he likes. He has way too much pride to acknowledge that though.]

Sure, sure, I can stay a while!

[eidxiety]

[Ain will direct Shadow Milk over to a chair, which... look, it isn't the comfiest chair, but it's A Chair and that's probably better than nothing. Here you go! Then, he pivots and sits down at his table to start working. The first thing he'll have to do is use a seam ripper to start turning the robe into Not A Robe. Sorry, Pure Vanilla...]

Do you want one with a hood? I assume you want it to still be long and billowing, right?

[jesterlies]

[Ah, the sound of the stitches popping softly with each movement- he doesn't jump but he feels them in a way that makes him hurt. Idiot, he's the one who decided to do this, why is he mourning fabric.]

A hood, definitely, but no, I think I want it a bit shorter. Asymetric.

[He taps his chin, then he wiggles his fingers.]

Maybe something with lots of open panels?

[eidxiety]

[The sound of a pencil scrawling, as Ain writes all of that down.]

And, mmm... do you want the hood to have a loose fit? Or do you want it tighter, like if you were wearing a hoodie or winter coat?

[He has to free all these cloth panels from each other to even begin doing anything with it, so sorry, Shadow Milk. The idle snip, snip will continue for a while longer.]