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[timidheart]

[NO NOT THE DOOR BETRAYING HIM. CURSES.]

E-Eep! I-I'm sorry to disturb you!

[Mayoi you came in his shop. He ducks behind anything he can possibly hide behind, a dressform maybe, and slowly peers back out.]

I ...I was curious about this shop. Ah... m-my clothing isn't very suitable to this weather...

[eidxiety]

[...that dressform is doing nothing to hide Mayoi like, at all. But good for him, live your peace little guy.]

Well, I can fix that, Mr. Scaredy Cat. [rude] Only if you stop hiding, though. I can't take measurements if you're becoming one with my mannequins.

[timidheart]

[It's fine, Mr. Scaredy Cat is not a bad nickname for him. He makes a little noise of resignation and come out from behind the mannequin.]

Very well...ah, I suppose that ...makes sense.

[It will be like being fitted for a stage costume. it's fine, it's nostalgic even.]

U-Um...I have a very poor tolerance of heat and sunlight. I don't suppose you could fashion something with good sun protection while being cool enough that I do not melt into nothingness...?

[eidxiety]

Oh, sure. Something moisture-wicking, too? The best colour to use for this would be white, but I don't want to give you something too plain. Do you like any patterns or styles?

[Hold still Mayoi, he's coming after you with a tape measure.]