02 - Everyone Has A Purpose

[fashionfairy]

Characters: Kanaya and everyone!
Setting: Room 2-07
Format: I'll follow you
Summary: Kanaya offers to make clothes for people
Warnings: None except perhaps pin pricking for particularly squirmy people.



[When Kanaya's chest was restored she didn't find the sets of clothing she had originally arrived with. Instead she found several bolts of fabric in various colors and sewing supplies. Rather than despairing she turns it into an opportunity to be useful. She had been feeling lost without a purpose in the tower. She makes a makeshift sign that reads in neatly lettered green: "Clothes Made For Those Who Need Them". Underneath this is a lengthy green smudge as if she had elaborated on the statement then realized that an overly long sign would defeat the purpose of advertising to passersby. After hanging the sign, she sits down on her bed to wait.]

Comments

[chronomancer]

It's more my habit 'a sticking needles under them.

[He mutters a tad snidely, though again, it seems mostly aimed at himself, not at her. He fidgets again, though, at her offer.]

...ah, but you're not busy?

[He doesn't want to impose or anything.]

[fashionfairy]

Don't tell me you do it on purpose. That seems rather masochistic as well as inefficient.

[She's trying to make a light of the situation...she's just not very good at humor, okay?]

Business, if you would call it that, has been rather slow at the moment so I'm not busy in the least.

[chronomancer]

...well no, it just sort of happens.

[He shrugs a little, and very slowly makes his way to where she is.]

I don't want to take up your time, that's all.

No I totally didn't almost post this as Casey....not at all

[fashionfairy]

I already told you I have all the time in the world right now.

[Oh come on, stop lollygagging.]

In any case, I had been hoping for another chance to converse with you.

Heh.

[chronomancer]

Alright.

[Coming up, a most incompetent sewing student, woo.]

You were? Ah, I'd have expected you not to want much to do with me. After you know...

[He shrugs.]

I'm sorry about that.

[fashionfairy]

It's really quite fine. I suppose you could say I'm even used to it.

[She quickly looks back down at the sewing.]

Here, see? It's really not hard. You take the needle, push it into the fabric then pull it out a very short distance away. That makes a stitch.

[chronomancer]

That's not okay.

[Eridan seems mildly offended at that statement, even as he tries to mimic her stitches. He can stitch alright, but they're always either too tight or too loose. He's not playing attention anyway, he's frowning at her.]

No one should get used to being treated badly.

[Except him, but he kind of deserves it. And he never counts, anyway.]

[fashionfairy]

[She looks up at him in surprise. The sentiment is unexpected, not only because of the Eridan she's more familiar with but it's also one she had never experienced before. She gives him a small, embarrassed smile then quickly turns back to his stitches.]

You're pulling the needle too hard. Here, you simply need to pull gently, like this.

[She takes his hands in hers, guiding him to make a stitch correctly.]

[chronomancer]

I always do, either too hard or too loose.

[Eridan smiles wryly, probably talking about something that has nothing to do with the needle or the sewing, but he obeys her lead.]

I mean it, though. 's not someone you should get used to.

[fashionfairy]

I suppose it's a matter of patience then. I find it to be relaxing in all honesty. You can't rush it or you'll ruin your stitches. You're already doing a little better now.

[She doesn't let on if she's aware of his double meaning but the metaphor works for a variety of circumstances.

At his next statement she looks up at him, questioningly, and not entirely certain what to say.]

Thank you. It is...nice to have a friend here as compassionate as yourself.

[chronomancer]

...I don't think I'm very patient. I don't know if it's because or in spite of being a Time player, either.

[He shrugs again, looking down and focusing on his stitches.]

I'm not a very good friend, though. Not really compassionate, either. Just... pointing out the obvious, I think.