“You asked for me to make you this outfit, meaning you’re gonna let me do my job or I’m gonna stick you with this needle!” They say as you try and tell them how you want your top for the millionth time. Hatori is a great designer, and they’re a close friend of yours but when they get into their zone, they become a bit panic prone and snappy.

Their cold hands rest above your waist as they turn your body towards the wall. “I have to pin up the back, so just stay still and don’t touch anything. I have to go get some more pins, so try and relax.” They mumble under their breath as they stand up and walk to the back of their store.

It’s hard to get an accurate read on their personality since they have this secretive aura all around their body. When they get back, their eyes meet yours with a raised eyebrow, “What are you thinking about? You’ve just been staring at the wall, when I said don’t touch anything I meant the dress.” They say with a confused expression.