That the subject in question was not more immediately dropped was indication the ploy had likely not worked. The Tailor would just have to grit their teeth and bear it for now. If it came back to bite them--well, they would survive it. It was just a blow to their pride.
They didn't give a name so much as a set of initials and a last name, and then, "But the epitaph I most prefer is one Anachronistic Tailor. At the very least, Aspiring." They were slightly more than an apprentice, but slightly less than a proper tradesman. Perhaps one day they'd be finally able to open their own shop in the side streets of the Bazaar--until that happy day, it was work and reputation.
Speaking of... "That name rings familiar to me... not the same Socialite that's known friend to the artists?" 'Friend' was a polite way of putting it, wasn't it? The Tailor did not have much interest in the writers' circles (they preferred the company of costumers and seamstresses) but it would be hard to miss some of the repeated whispers from the Honey-Dens. Not that it mattered to them one way or another.
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Re: Before Class
Date: 2025-06-14 07:09 am (UTC)They didn't give a name so much as a set of initials and a last name, and then, "But the epitaph I most prefer is one Anachronistic Tailor. At the very least, Aspiring." They were slightly more than an apprentice, but slightly less than a proper tradesman. Perhaps one day they'd be finally able to open their own shop in the side streets of the Bazaar--until that happy day, it was work and reputation.
Speaking of... "That name rings familiar to me... not the same Socialite that's known friend to the artists?" 'Friend' was a polite way of putting it, wasn't it? The Tailor did not have much interest in the writers' circles (they preferred the company of costumers and seamstresses) but it would be hard to miss some of the repeated whispers from the Honey-Dens. Not that it mattered to them one way or another.