[color=AntiqueWhite][h3][u]Tachibana Quint[/u][/h3][/color]

Before the lunch break, things had gone eventfully enough. A woman had actually brought in a life sized ball-jointed doll of what seemed to be a cute little boy to be measured for a sailor suit and a…pretty dress? He was a tailor, and the client was shelling out generous amounts of money, he wasn’t going to ask questions. It had been interesting in passing, but more than anything, Quint was glad the model wasn’t a real child. Children usually squirmed when he took measurements, and the few times taking the measurements of animals, well. The doll did have to be held up at some points, though.

Unscrewing the cap of his bottle and drinking down some convenient store plum tea, the ‘ding ding ding ding ding ding’ of the bell at the front had violently pulled him from his thoughts. Running a hand through his hair as he let out a quiet sigh, this would surely be the last one before he would properly take his break. He set his tea onto the table and got up. Shutting his sewing kit and pushing his chair in, he made his way out of the back room. Coming to stand behind the counter, Quint waited for the woman to stop dinging the bell before he took it off of the desk; pulled open a drawer, set it in, shut it, and pointedly locked it.

Looking down at the woman…’s clothing, the cut and make of each piece with a discerning eye as it was worn, the shape of her body in it…and then finally at the woman herself, Quint nodded at her and asked in a rather patient tone, [color=AntiqueWhite]“There something you need me to help you with.”[/color] A statement, rather than a question, he looked on expectantly. Aside from the bell that had been stowed away, one side of the front desk had a basket with a number of small plush oranges with angry expressions and tiny waistcoats, on the other side was a catalogue leaning against the wall.

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