I prick myself often. I don't mean that sexual though I can see how you'd see it that way you jerk. But I mean despite being a very good tailorer (you can tell I'm good because I'm so modest!) I tend to injure myself a lot, its why I don't like actually sewing things. This actually slows me down since I have to take my clothes to a launderer to get the blood cleaned out of them (seriously, my launderer is quite adept at removing blood stains from clothing, something I'm kind of creeped out by got to tell you the truth). So when I say it took blood sweat and tears to get where I'm at its mostly true (aside from the tears parts, I never cry, its something thats been literally beaten out of me over the years).
My clients were overjoyed I completed orders, surpringly I was able to lie my way out of it saying I had to find only the best materials (read cheapest shit that I could pawn off to look amazing). They accepted the outfits and were very happy to have them, I even swear to gods had to dissuade them from giving me a tip (here's a tip don't trust my timelines!).
I was actually all caught up and relaxed into my chair when The Marked One entered my store and caused everything to get all screwed up again. Yep thats how I'm leaving you, wondering how both of those things happened and also in quiet awe of my tailoring abilities, its ok you can be amazed, I can wait.
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