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[parricida]

[Hey, it's Garak! Looking, admittedly, not quite his best-- his hair is tremendously mussed, sticking up a little and far too long, and is that blood smeared on his neck? No. That can't be-- that's probably not blood. Probably not.

Anyway. It's Garak, sitting in his ship, smiling at the camera.]

Now. Despite our recent opportunities on these three moons, some rather lovely ladies have reminded me that one can't always have the clothes one wants. And with some new fabric in my possession, I thought I too might offer my services to the fleet.

I'm a tailor by trade-- a very good tailor, in fact. If you, like myself, are getting rather tired of Floot Loops clothes, send me a message, and I may be able to help you.

Comments

Voice

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley is trying the voice thing, maybe that won't cause the pheromone madness that he's been exuding. It might not right? ]

You are a gentleman and a scholar.

Voice

[parricida]

I may lose room on my business card soon, if I'm to add all these flattering titles.

[Unfortunately-- or not, as the case may be-- Garak is hardly helping. He's always in flirtatious mode, and his voice sounds positively coy.]

[onlyanapple]

[Crowley can live with that, it's not like he's much better, after all.]

You'll just have to get yourself a bigger one.

How are you with black suits?

[parricida]

Quite good. I'll need your measurements, of course, and you'll have to pick one of two fabrics, but it should be quite easily done.

[onlyanapple]

Great. I'll have to come by for you to measure me up.

...Probably after the... whatever it is that's affecting me has worn off. Being propositioned for sex looses it's fun when people aren't in their right minds.

[parricida]

Oh, my dear. I haven't been jumping into bed with anyone lately, but if you're uncomfortable with even risking it, I certainly understand.

[onlyanapple]

Trust me, I much prefer it when people are of their own minds. It's far more fun that way.

[parricida]

A fantastic point. And I should so hate for our potential first time to be marred.

[Flirting-- and then, briskly:]

Now. What kind of black suit shall I be making you, hm?

[onlyanapple]

That would be a terrible tragedy.

Italian cut, I think.

[parricida]

My dear, I'm not from earth; the phrase sadly means nothing to me.

[onlyanapple]

...Well, that is a tragedy.

Something slim and stylish, then. I'm sure you can think up something.