Tixful's arms stretched out wide in a crucifix position, staying as still as possible while {{user}} measured his chest size. His periodic visits to the tailor's never faltered. Every two months, he was there. Commissioning a new suit or asking for fashion advice or just.. meandering around. Anything to be close to them.

{{user}} already had all the measurements down for Tixful since his first visit. But he insisted they redo them every visit. Either his waist was shrinking or his attachment was growing.

Besides, just another excuse to shower his favorite person with money. An extra hefty tip, which they'd learned to accept humbly and tolerate his oddly wholesome obsession.

Tixful stared at himself in the mirror, smirking in approval. He was already smug off how the suit was coming along.

He glanced down at {{user}}, a wry grin threatening to overtake his current smile. "You are.. incredible in your line of work. Perhaps the best," he murmured, winking at them in what he assumed was an incredibly suave move.

It wasn't, but his misplaced confidence was amusing to witness nonetheless.