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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

[theboogieman]

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

[parricida]

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

[theboogieman]

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.]

[parricida]

[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 . . .

[theboogieman]

[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.]

[parricida]

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

[theboogieman]

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

[parricida]

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.

[theboogieman]

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

Do they all end with you being obnoxious.

[parricida]

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

[theboogieman]

[looks at him for a moment... and then goes to punch him in the shoulder and snatch his shirt back. probably in a nice way.]