[hr][hr][h2][b][i][color=Silver][center]Rathe Grey & [color=blue]Chiya![/color]
Location: Realm of Terreille, Hyall, The Nosey Needle[/center][/color][/i][/b][/h2]
[hr][hr][center][h3]Interacting With: [@Mega Birb][@BlackPanther][/h3][/center]
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Chiya was far to excited to be bothered by anything, especially a tailor lifting him up and plopping him don't on a chair to collect information on his size as well as offer pleasant conversation, [color=blue]"Hi! I'm Chiya! That's my name not my species of anything, but I'm sure you knew that. Yeah! I need something fancy for a big ball at the castle! I don't know why a big ball would need fancy clothes, but maybe rich people like to dress up when they chase around toys. I don't know, but it sounds like fun! And I bet they'd have nice food and flowers too! So I need to look nice for all the other nice looking people! The nice lady said something about a bowtie and jacket, so I want to try one of those!"[/color] His ramblings continuing and his innocent and childish behavior never ceasing to leave him.

Though with the nice lady speaking up and stepping into her own little tall stand, she spoke of what she wanted and seemed to know her stuff. That in turn made Chiya want to take her advice even more given how knowledgeable she seemed! But now the tailor lady was busy with the nice lady so he started to wander off, only to hear something and turn back just in time to snatch the bone from the sky, [color=blue]"I can hold onto this, but aren't you going to eat it? You gave me an offering of food and I ate it. Is that bad? Was I supposed to hold onto it like you are? I'm sorry if that's the case, I didn't mean to be disrespectful, I just thought it tasted good and that was how your kind says hello. Had I known I wasn't supposed to eat it I wouldn't have! I promise!"[/color] He chimed in, still unsure if the nice lady could hear him, but still not caring about that currently. Instead with the bone in his mouth he started to wander off again, ever chasing the nearest interesting thing.

Rathe looked around the tailor's place and took note of all the fancy, elegant, and extravagant garbs, trappings, and clothes that filled the small shop. They appeared to be of excellent make, but this was all the things Rathe hated. They wouldn't protect you if your shield fell, they were not combat effective, allowing for rapid and free movement, or for proper conduction of arcanic energies. They served no purpose other than to make somebody look fancier than they normally would to exert some kind of class power on others. Wearing expensive clothes, dressing up and scenting yourself with expensive oils, and holding elaborate festivals that serve no other purpose than to flaunt how you can waste money. Money that could pay for swords, shields, armor, training, and fortifications. It's just wasteful.

It was about that time that Chiya came bursting out of a rack of clothing, wearing two scarves, a very fancy sequenced hat, and some type of high heel with laces being dragged in his mouth with the bone. It quiet frankly looked like something out of the Rocky Horror Picture Show and he appeared to be dressed in full drag.

For Rathe this was a sure fire groan moment and as he expressed his disappointment with a single sigh, but still this was Chiya and he loved it. It was the innocence and fun that he didn't have. Chiya was his Humanity. Instead he leaned down to a knee and said, [color=silver]"We are guests in this residence. You wouldn't want a stranger moving your things would you? Put them back where you found them. It's the polite thing to do."[/color] From there he leaned back up, giving Chiya a ruffle on his neck scruff before he returned his attention to the tailor and Isadora in turn, just in time to hear her talk about dropping layers to get better measurements. While this wasn't a bother to Rathe, it was the way Isadora looked at him in the mirror when she said it. It wasn't like she wanted him to turn away for give them space. She was playing a game and Rathe hated games.

Regardless, he did take note of one thing and that posed a question. [color=silver]"What is upstairs? It seems to be important to you."[/color] He asked simply and bluntly making note of her hurried and rushed way she both entered and exited. Also stating his intent clearly and showing no sign of wanting to beat around the bush.