Tichondrius started today the same way he started most days. Rolling out of bed, a bit too late, making a promise that next morning would be different. [i]Next[/i] morning he'd wake up early. Maybe even as early as 11AM. [i]Maybe[/i]. Maybe not. Definitely not. The lithe young man sat up in his bed, draping his legs over the side and planting his feet down onto the soft blue carpet. Everything had been the way he had left it since last night. Blinds sealed tightly. Boxed packed up and ready for shipping. Jin within his scabbard, sitting on his desk just behind his laptop. Thok was no where in sight, though he seldom was. Thok had certain timeliness to him in that he was only ever around when he was needed. Tychus had never ventured a guess as to what it was Thok was always doing and Thok was not the type to put forth any details. He was a secretive daemon whose power was only surpassed by his aloofness. 

Tychus's arms lurched into the air as he back arched and a raspy yawn crawled out of his throat, the closest noise he could make to any language. That was a bit of irony in and of itself. Dead Language aficionados were rare enough. Mute Dead Language aficionados were entirely unheard of, beyond himself that is. Tychus slowly pulled himself out of his bed, taking a minute to make it look halfway decent before bothering to grab a pair of clothes. What he wore was simple enough. Just a buttoned high neck grey woolen sweater and a pair of blue jeans. He slipped on a pair of socks and dress shoes, not because he was looking to be fancy but because they were the only comfortable pair of shoes he owned. The next part of his morning (read;Afternoon) ritual was to put in his metal gauges and both of the ring piercings that went into his lips. Then came the quick checking up on the stitching in his neck, which was holding up nicely, same with the Gir stitch on his forearm. They stitching would probably stay good for another week or so at the least. Now the only question was; [i]Is brown still good[/i]? He wondered for a moment if he wanted to dye his hair before shrugging, figuring something plain would do for now. All of the new students would be arriving today and many second years would be meeting/seeing him for the first time in the next few days. It'd be best to ease them into the oddity that was Tichondrius. The stitching into his skin was already enough to make most people uncomfortable after all.

"Hmm..." Tychus let out as he dropped onto the stool before his laptop, seeing a single new email. His eyes quickly skimmed through the letter, which came from a frequent customer from his [i]unique[/i] fashion website. By unique, it was more that Tichondrius enjoyed creating oddities and recently had stumbled into making fetish gear, which was making him a pretty penny thanks to the world wide web. Today his only job was to make a collar, which was a simple quick job, especially in the hands of someone who could expertly sew threads into his own skin. Tychus hopped up from his seat, shoving the stool under his desk as he went to grab Jin, taking the sling attached to the scabbard and throwing it over his shoulder. Tychus took a moment to grab a box that had his tools and the material he usually worked with and did a quick once over with his eyes before being satisfied with what he had.

Tychus made his way from the small T.A. dorm building that sat by the woods the encircled the academy, not bothering to close the door on his way out, his hands dedicated to carrying his box of goodies. The sight of a sword wielding pretty boy with a habit for body modification drew plenty of wayward glances as he cut through the campus and made his way into the art studio where he was, while not exactly vanilla, less remarkable. The arts tended to draw in the types of people that would be considered traditionally weird and it was in the arts center that Tichondrius felt most at home. As he made his way through the area where painters congregated, a land of easels and spilled paint, Tichondrius passed by a girl all in white with hair and skin like snow, drawing her daemon who softly sung a melancholy song he was unfamiliar with. Silently he stood off to the right behind the girl, watching her draw the beast in stunning accuracy, taking time to appreciate what it was she was doing. As the song drew to an end, the girl seemed eager to share her drawing with the singing wolf and with that, Tychus took his leave. It was either that or stand there like an idiot, unable to communicate thanks to the damned box his hands were busy with.

With every step, Jin slapped against his shoulder-blade, which Tychus could only assume would wake up the poor daemon. As soon as he slipped into the design studio he rented out within the design center, he dropped the box by the large wooden table where he'd be doing most of his work and took a moment to lay Jin onto the table. His fingers gently ran along the scabbard letting Jin know he was free to watch, not that this was an unusual occurrence. Jin was the closest thing Tychus had to family now and the deep bond formed from melding their consciousness whenever Jin armoured him had only served to bolster their bond. Tychus then quickly dropped down to the box, fishing out a thin sheet of supple leather, a sheet of hardened leather, a pair of large steel scissors, and his leather working knife, brass single hole collar piece to lock the collar.

Tychus didn't bother to look around, already entering work-mode as he slammed the leather working knife down onto the hard black leather, quickly making a strip that was almost perfectly straight. He still needed practice with his technique, though to the untrained eye it was a flawlessly straight strip and that was more than enough for today. Tychus brought the strip over to a measuring template cut into the table and went about trimming it slightly to fit the neck of who would be wearing it. Like a machine, he then grabbed the soft leather and quickly trimmed through it, tossing the left over leather into a pile. Carefully he folded the leather and aligned it with the leather strip before applying glue to the folded portion. He bent the strip and then went about pressing in the smooth leather, before cutting off any excess.

A small smile crept across Tichondrius's face as he admired his handiwork and made his way over to the sewing machine where he would then sew it up from the rough portion, using a read thread to make the black leather pop more. His lines were straight and smooth, a product of his countless hours with needlework over the past few years. Last but not least was the using of a mallet and pick to cut a hole where the collar piece would go in to. The final bit was quick and the end result was exactly what he had in mind. Now he just needed to see if it was pleasant enough to wear, though mostly he just wanted to see someone wear it before he sent it off. Tichondrius dumped the scraps into his box and plopped down onto the table next to Jin, grabbing the collar and its little heart shaped lock. Now he just needed to find someone to wear it. [i]Perhaps that artsy girl with the wolf could wear it... Or I could always just go to Tristan. She's always been bad at saying no, hasn't she?[/i] Tychus couldn't help but smile at his thoughts, wondering if he should just keep this collar for himself and tell his client that he can't help him.