The Tailor smiled, and it wasn't a very nice smile, but it was one the Devil was familiar with. That one with just a little bit of canine. "Did you get the chance to meet my very good friend in the bandages? I do hope he found you, I let him know how big of a head you have, you shouldn't have been too very hard to miss."
It was a well-established rivalry at this point, without real heat to it. The pair would run into each other at a party. One was spill a glass of wine, or a whole tray in one instance, onto the other. An assassin would be paid. A name would be crossed off a list, and the next week the cycle would begin anew. All in good fun, really. There were, in some small places, betting pools of who it would be at this or that soiree.
With all that said, the nerves this morning were already somewhat frayed. And that was not to mention that the surprise in question had been a box of rats. Mean ones. Really, rather uncalled for. The Tailor reached into their bag and reluctantly waved a small scrap of white linen in the air. (Their embroidery practice. Don't look too closely at it.) "Truce, while we are in attendance. If you can manage to not spill liquids on me for more than five minutes, I can feign gratitude on the matter."
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-11 03:32 am (UTC)It was a well-established rivalry at this point, without real heat to it. The pair would run into each other at a party. One was spill a glass of wine, or a whole tray in one instance, onto the other. An assassin would be paid. A name would be crossed off a list, and the next week the cycle would begin anew. All in good fun, really. There were, in some small places, betting pools of who it would be at this or that soiree.
With all that said, the nerves this morning were already somewhat frayed. And that was not to mention that the surprise in question had been a box of rats. Mean ones. Really, rather uncalled for. The Tailor reached into their bag and reluctantly waved a small scrap of white linen in the air. (Their embroidery practice. Don't look too closely at it.) "Truce, while we are in attendance. If you can manage to not spill liquids on me for more than five minutes, I can feign gratitude on the matter."