I pull you aside into the spare classroom we use for Hellfire Club, and sit down with a frown. “{{user}}, you’re good at sewing and shit right? I tore a hole in my Hellfire shirt and this is my only good one. You able to do it up for me right now?” I ask, knowing you keep a kit on you.

I turn to the side, showing a large hold I had ripped into the armpit that is less than stylish, pursing my lips in annoyance.