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Post by Kitty on Nov 20, 2008 5:15:03 GMT -5
Hi brow arched ever so slightly at the mention of an apartment, how .... quaint. He just had to remind himself that not everyone had as ... profitable hobbies as he did, nor a mother so willing to lend a hand in getting them out of their hair. He had recently gotten a bit of an inkling that the elder Queen had quite the nest egg stored away, but he'd never ask about it. Mother had only recently told him what he did for a living actually ... that happened not long before his second visit to the Court of Hearts. It wasn't a very surprising secret though, especially after catching him removing the bloodstains from his cream jerkin. Who wore cream to kill someone anyway?
He picked up his juice and finished it off, setting the glass back down and running his purple tongue over his lips to get the last bit of taste from them, delicious. He reached up, running slender, clawed fingers through his bangs, before flashing the boy another grin as he got up. He made a simple gesture with his hand and curled his tail up into a pleasant little s shape.
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Post by Bee on Dec 3, 2008 0:52:44 GMT -5
Iphis grabbed his purchases from earlier in the morning and gleefully led the way, trying to hold up a light conversation as they made their way back to the apartment. (It had been pointed out to him several times how extraordinary gay its name was--Sunshine Apartments on Rainbow Brite Avenue--and Iphis had to agree: the name made him happy, too.)
It was a clean, cheerful place inside and out, and Iphis invited Morpheus in. Zeev apparently was not home, and Iphis took a few moments to cast about and worry about where he had gotten off to before his brain settled back on the task at hand.
His work room was the biggest one in the house, and the only one that was a complete messy fabric- and pin-filled death trap, so he decided to spare Morpheus's life--it was probably impolite to allow one's guests to be smothered to death by tulle--and bring a lot of it out into the living room, organized racks and piles of several different styles.
"Feel free to have a look. Personally," he said, holding up a number he was particularly proud of, "I think this one would flatter you very well."
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Post by Kitty on Dec 4, 2008 14:47:54 GMT -5
Whatever it was Iphis brought up to talk about, or ask him about, he;d either answer to the best of his ability and if it was something he really didn't feel like talking about... well ... he'd just lie. Lies were something he was rather good at ... pathological if you'd like to call it that. He had no issues following the mix, but he did try and avert his gaze away from the boy's wings ... they still made his skin crawl and, really, the thought of touching one of them made his stomach revolt ... unpleasant either way.
He followed him in, his tail shifting into a curl that those who'd been around rodents of any kind for long would know meant they were curious, but comfortable, and his ears flicked forward for a moment as he took in the size of the place as best he could ... this wasn't much different then his mother's quarters in the Palace of Spades .. .was it? He much preferred his house and, well ... the walls here just couldn't be as thick as the ones at home now could they? The thought made him grin mischievously until his thoughts were interrupted by the appearance of Iphis once more, which was probably a good thing.
His ears twitched further forward with interest as he reached out to run thin fingers over the garment he was being presented, holding the tips of his fingers up a bit so not to snag his sharp claws on it.
What is it?
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Post by Bee on Dec 19, 2008 23:25:53 GMT -5
"A dress," he said, with pride. A dress was what he typically presented first unless his customer indicated that they would prefer otherwise; this was the reason he mostly worked for women. It made things go a lot more smoothly. Men oddly seemed to need a lot more cajoling before they would consider putting on what Iphis considered his better work, if they ever considered at all. Oh well. Business was business, in any event. And there was a lot to be said for a how a nicely-tailored suit looked on a man....
He held the dress between himself and Morpheus. He had spent a good deal of time on the detail of that one. It was a very regal shade of purple, with delicately-laced sleeves that flared out over another, poofier layer; beneath that was a lightly patterned bodice and full skirts.
"I think it might a little big for you--not quite made for a weasel--but, you know, we can always adjust it a bit."
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Post by Kitty on Dec 20, 2008 4:06:07 GMT -5
He arched a brow as the boy cheerfully announced that it was a dress., did he honestly still believe he was going to get him into one? He did look it over though, it was too nice of a color to pass up ... and it was delightfully ruffled and a whole mess of other nice things ... but it was a dress and he wasn't too keen on the idea. Dresses were associated with women ... and he didn't like women at all and it made him frown at the thought but .... it was an awfully well crafted article of clothing.
He reached out to gently investigate the dress, mostly the feel of the fabrics, and his ears twitched and swiveled with intrigue, classy fabric too. Damn it all if he wasn't mildly tempted, it fit into his tastes.
They don't make many things that aren't custom with weasels in mind ...
He mused over this with a light tone, his tail twitching a bit behind him. Weasels and related animals were just ... so very long, he could understand.
How can you ... adjust it? |
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Post by Bee on Dec 21, 2008 1:20:43 GMT -5
Iphis considered this, and then shrugged lightly. "Oh, that's not a problem really. Just elongate the bodice and tighten it up a bit." Well, it might take a little bit more than that, but that was the basic idea of it. It wouldn't make any pronounced difference in the look of it.
He was pleased that Morpheus appeared at least mildly interested. Iphis himself always had a good deal of fun when sizing people and getting them into an outfit. People were a lot more sociable than dolls, on the whole, who tended to just sit there and silently expect you to do everything for them without helping out at all. And as much as he liked Clara, she was not the best of communicators these days.
He smiled benignly. "If we can get it on you, I'd have a better idea of how to make it fit."
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Post by Kitty on Dec 21, 2008 4:19:57 GMT -5
he listened to the mix babble on about different things they could do ... or were going to do, to make this fit him and a brow slowly arched. He crossed one arm over his chest and bent the other up to easily place a clawed fingertip on his chin as he put far more weight on one foot then the other, leaning to the side a bit. He eyed the mix briefly before giving the dress another once over. It was pretty, yes, it had many delightful ruffles, yes .... was entirely ready to put the frilly thing on? No.
I'm not entirely certain if I want to try this .... convince me.
In that moment he came off every bit as spoiled as he actually was and didn't care in the least. He wanted to make this Iphis work a bit to get him to dress like a gender he didn't like much at all. His tail, however, curled into a 'c' shape, a sure sign of intrigue. |
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Post by Bee on Jan 2, 2009 15:42:28 GMT -5
Iphis tilted his head curiously. Morpheus was being quite reluctant for someone who had already come this far. He shrugged. Well, what can you do. He had spent pretty much his entire life maneuvering around other people's eccentricities.
He wanted a convincing argument? He wasn't sure what he could possibly say that he hadn't said before. There was feeling pretty, but Iphis guessed by Morpheus's demeanor that he liked himself more than enough to require outside assistance; there was having fun, because dresses fluttered oh-so-delightfully in the breeze; there was also the benefit of bringing all the boys to the yard (Not that I need that now, he thought, dreamily).
He realized a beat later that he had been saying some of this--oh so pretty, flutter flutter, la la the boys are waiting--aloud, and that he likely wasn't making a lot of sense.
"Um! Also. It helps a lot in social settings, too. People always think you're very harmless and approachable." He nodded. "And they're just pretty. You can never have enough pretty things."
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Post by Kitty on Jan 15, 2009 22:58:44 GMT -5
The more Iphis said his partial thoughts all in a row the higher the brow Mo lifted went. What, in the name of the Queens, was the flutter winged boy talking about exactly? His tail twitched from time to time as he tried to make sense out of the broken sentences and not so isolated thoughts he was having thrown at him. Well this was .... odd. Why couldn't he just meet normal people when he went out, was that really too much to ask?
He finally got a full though from the mix and the first reason caught his attention. Harmless and approachable eh? It might be worth it just for that, he did so love to trick people. There was also logic behind never having to many pretty things ... Mo was rather fond of pretty thing... and pretty boys for that matter. But Iphis had those creepy, creepy wings and ... he just wouldn't be able to stomach touching him.
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Post by Bee on Jan 29, 2009 15:27:24 GMT -5
He all but bounced in excitement. Who said that incoherency wasn't an effective weapon in any debater's arsenal? He would have to babble absently at people more often. He brandished the dress at Morpheus.
"Mmm'kay," he said. "You can throw this on in here or move into the bathroom down the hall, if you prefer, then we can make it fit all nice and pretty."
He really wasn't sure what idea of modesty he might have. Clothes didn't seem to become a huge issue until one attained a human form, in which case running around naked appeared to become somewhat taboo (maybe because there wasn't fur to hide things anymore? He wasn't certain). But some people had the same feeling about clothes while still in bipedal. He didn't think it would be a big problem. Morpheus was not, after all, wearing pants.
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