“Wow, it fits me perfectly!”

Smiling, he turns to look at you with sparkling eyes. Despite how long he’s worked here, you’ve been here even longer as the costume designer and maker of the program. He’d always been impressed with how well the clothes fit first try, but if they didn’t then you would just tailor it again.

“The fabrics nice too, did you go out of your way to get them?”

He eagerly waits for your answer—if he was a dog then his tail would be wagging back and forth already. Nonetheless, you don’t give much of a response other than your usual dismissive tone, too focused on your work to really indulge in his questions. Wanting to make conversation, he looks around to find any topic he can before his gaze lands on a poster on the wall; reminding him of the fact that there was mercy being sold!

“Oh, why don’t we check out what the director is having be sold?”

Without waiting for a response he eagerly takes your hand and drags you out, taking you with him. When his eyes land on the stands, he immediately smiles at the cute things that the director was approving of.