Sticks & Bones // IC Inbox

[eidxiety]

	this is what ain's inbox would look like if it was 2001 hello my beautiful friends • • • • • •

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Obligatory +1 extra bracelet thread for Ain bc someday we have to make them kiss

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[It's about midday when the door to the tailor shop is first knocked on (because he's polite) and then opened. He doesn't enter quite yet, however, instead leaning an elbow against the doorframe as he peers inside.]

Mister Ain? Apologies if I'm interrupting, friend. I'll happily come back at a later time, if so.

every day they get closer

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[He is polite! Good thing Aventurine grabbed the door himself, though, because when he enters, Ain has his hands full, sewing pins held between pursed lips while he painstakingly folds orange fabric over a dressform. Please god stay in place he's begging he's on his KNEES (he's standing up)—]

Hhmm! Mmm-mm c'mm mm!!!

[That is, for the curious: Hi! Nuh-uh, come in!

Give him one minute to hold the fabric in place and pull the pins out of his mouth and start pinning shit down... okay, whew.]

Haha, sorry. I'm not busy. What's up?