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[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.

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Clever, clever boy.

[He hisses it out and grins, kneeling before him. He's still larger, still the one dominant, still in charge-- but he wants to talk to him a fair bit.]

You've been hunted before, haven't you?

[ah... that's interesting. he doesn't like being the one in a submissive position, but he's wedged in between some boxes and the wall, and Garak has free range of motion--so unless he really wants to fight for it, there's not much he can do.

fair's fair, he decides. Garak did find him. he nods in response to his comment.]

You track like the ones who hunt me.

I track like someone who's been trained for it.

[He smiles. It's not a nice smile, but he doesn't lean any more forward.]

Not a vampire, however.

['not a vampire' is always a good distinction with him. this little hunt has been full of a lot of connotations, good and bad alike.

he nods again, unwedging his shoulders a little.]

[With a little smile he tips his head again, staring at Zhas with interest.]

How long have you hunted them, hm?

[oh, it's been a long time. he holds up the sign for 'sixteen'--it's basic, Garak should know it by now.]

My god. And here I thought you were only sixteen yourself.

[it's funny how his default, deadeyed glare can somehow get more deadeyed.]

[With a laugh he stands and offers a hand.]

And how does one get into that business, hm?

[he... hesitates, looking down at Garak's hand with far more consideration than the gesture really warrants. but that's Zhas. things that seem normal to others are foreign and riddled with meaning, to him.

thankfully, he takes the hand, and uses it to pull himself out of his hiding spot. his face got a little smudged on one side, easy to see once he steps into the light.

for all that, he shakes his head. doesn't want to talk history.]

Yes, yes . . .

[He licks his thumb and reaches forward, helping fix Zhas' make-up.]

[oh my god you're LIKE HIS MOM he leans away from him, expression shifting to pretty obvious disgust.]

If you insist on wearing makeup, Zhas, you have to contend with it being smudged. You look like you've been crying.

[he just... growls at him. like an irritable dog.]

My, what a clever response.

[He tips his head, smiling at him.]

[and since Zhas is so mature and sociable, he walks past Garak to go find his shirt.]

Your jaw is particularly a mess. Practically broken-- unless, of course, that's what you wish to look like.

Stop.

[growled out from where he's getting his shirt--and you know what? fuck you he's just going to wipe his face off with it because clearly his makeup isn't good enough for anyone around here.

who am I kidding, Garak is making him self-conscious as hell.]

[Which is, of course, what he wanted-- he's never seen Zhas without his makeup before.]

Would you like some help? There's a bit just along your nose . . .

[he casually flips him off. will get the bit around his nose, though. he's actually very good at getting everything, and was already hyper-aware of all the ways it was smudged before Garak started bringing attention to everything...

he'll maybe have dark makeup smudged around his eyes until the day he's buried, but he cleans up well besides.]

You know, you look quite fetching without looking like a skeleton. You might think about not wearing it more often.

[he throws his gross shirt at him. is there no end to his eloquent responses?]

Oh, don't walk around shirtless, you'll make Hange go mad with lust.

[HAR HAR HAR. Garak walks behind him, neatly folding the shirt as he does.]

We must play these sorts of games more often.

[he suppresses a shudder. don't say gross things like that.]

Do they all end with you being obnoxious.

Quite possibly. We'll just have to wait and see.

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