The Jolteon hesitated with the small sign hanging from his door, his ears drooping to the side of his face, his digits fidgeting on the smooth surface of the glass. Such an uneventful day, something he had not planned to happen for his first day of business. Perhaps I opened too late. The sun was beginning its descent over the the horizon when he had finally set up shop for the day. Now other tailors were closing up, flipping over their signs to show they were closed, packing their tools to settle in for the rest of the eve. With a sigh, he was beginning to think of doing the same as well, lighting a small candle to illuminate his shop with its soft glow. Then he saw, a light drizzle beginning to come down from the heavens. Rain, he thought bitterly, his fuzzy nose wrinkling at the sight of ominous clouds in the sky.
“I can not risk getting these fabrics wet,” he muttered to himself, shifting away from the door to place a precious cloth in his paws. He could afford to keep shop open for an hour or so. There was no harm in doing so, his ears perking up to their usual position. Maybe a ‘mon would seek shelter in his shop. He could convince them to try his wares or perhaps a small fix may be needed so they can be on their way. He grew giddy at the promise of the idea, bouncing in place. “Any business would be fine. I need to make a name for myself and soon,” he laughed nervously. The place alone cost him the small savings he managed to keep along the journey. “Now I must show to them I have the fine makings of a tailor.” Whispering those words, he cradled the fabric closely as he stared out through the glass with grim determination.
And so his desires would quickly seem to be satiated as a sole Pokemon made their way through the cobblestone streets. A turn away from another shop and they were quickly trodding in his direction. It looked promising, yet the wanderer’s choice of apparel was offsetting. A single crescent shaped horn with a notched end poking out of what looked like… A bed sheet? The stranger was draped in it, a single modest opening in which was presumably their face to provide sight. Nothing more to notice other than their towering height.
The stranger barged through the door, leaning down slightly to fit through the entrance, though they still found themself having to pull back. The horn stuck against the shop’s door frame, a small irritated growl leaving the sheeted pokemon’s throat as they had to back away and enter again with more care.
Once they were finally inside they pulled the makeshift bedsheet hood off, its oddly fashioned owner revealing itself to be a rather rugged looking absol. The weather left his cloth damp, but despite that he seemed careful about keeping it on the upper half of his body.
“I need you to fix something for me. Can you do that?” He gruffly asked, immediately eyeing the hare.
The Jolteon stared, mouth agape, amazed by the Pokémon’s staggering height. Maybe I should have gotten a bigger doorway… Never would he had thought such a tall one would come strolling through his doorstep. He shook himself free of his stupor, studiously attempting to not focus on the scars on the Absol’s face. He was a tad relief for the bang over his eyes; it made his staring a little unnoticeable at least from experience. He focused instead on how the gruff Absol had a bedsheet draped over his body, ensured it stayed over his torso.
A small chortle escaped the Jolteon before he could stop himself. He quickly coughed in his hand, muttering apologies but a wide grin remained on his face. It was ridiculous! Amusing! The Absol had to be soaking wet under the material but he couldn't notice that in the ‘mon expressions.
It was then he heard the Absol’s question, beaming like the sun, he came closer for better inspection. “To fix?! My! Is it a fancy cloak? Or maybe it is a nice pair pants?! Might I add you might be in need of a new one, perhaps?” He muttered, rubbing his chin as he eyed the Absol’s pants with distaste. “I am plenty able of being of assistance in that!” He exclaimed with excitement, clasping his paws together with glee.
The muscles on the dark type’s maw creased, almost bearing a hint of white as he glared at the Jolteon tailor. The more he spoke, the lighter his furs seemed to become despite the dampness, frilling upwards until he was finally given a chance to speak.
“I just need you to fix this for me!” He growled, an arm poking out of the bedsheet cape to bring forth a plain ivory shirt along with a dirt brown vest. Both had long rips on their backsides, the absol pointing at them with his gaze.
“No fancy new additions. Just make sure they don’t rip up again.” He spoke sternly, dropping them into the tailor’s paws before he could get any further say on it.
As soon as he relieved himself of the torn clothes the absol faced away. His maw was still creased with irritation.
“And there’s nothing wrong with my pants!”
The Jolteon eyed the Absol’s pants dubiously. “I am not quite sure about that…” He trailed, his ears drooping with disappointment at the restriction. “N-No new additions?! B-But s-sir! I can m-make this” -he held up the items a good measure away with a pleading look- “more refined than before! Think of the possibilities! I can make sure the ladies are dying to know where you got such a piece from!” He begged with a persuasive tone. It was a good opportunity front, get known more by the public and a new happy satisfied customer as well. However getting a better eyeful of the customer in front of him now… that perhaps would not be in his best interest. The roguish appearance of the fellow would likely scare away potential buyers more so than encouraging them to come to his shop.
“Sir,” he lowered himself into a small bow, “I, Rhodes, will listen to your request,” he muttered begrudgingly, his paws trailing over the damaging tears in the fabric. His brows knitted together as he shuffled closer to the light, turning his backside to the Absol to focus more on the task in front of him. No matter which way he tilted his head, he couldn't get pass the unnatural way of the rips on along the fabric. Especially the vest, his paws carefully drifting over to feel the tougher material against his digits.
“Am I to receive the name of who I am doing this work for?” Rhodes inquired in a more professional tone, shifting gears to get intuned with his craft. “And do you mind telling me how these holes happened? It might be useful for me to know,” he advised with good measure.
“Callias.” The absol curtly replied. Quickly after that a single huff escaped his throat as he tried to poke his paw out of the sheet, only to have the sharp ends of his claws entangled in the slightly worn fabric.
“Being a walking knifemare has its ups and downs.” He grunted, angrily shaking his paw away from the fabric until his claws unhooked from the ripped threads.
He then turned back towards Rhodes, a claw pointing right at him with a single stray thread hanging from its tip. “Just fix my clothes! And do it fast!” He growled, right before his gaze took notice of the thread. “I don’t have anything else to wear!” He added, shaking the thread away with even more irritation.
“Patience my dear sir. You would not want me to slip up and make a mistake now,” Rhodes calmly spoke, plucking a thin needle from a bright red cushion shaped like a tamato berry. He rummaged through his many drawers for the appropriate color to match the attire. “However it may seem easy, it is quite not,” he muttered, his paw landing on a color akin to that of the shirt. The shirt was easy enough to begin with first as he delicately unwound the thread for a lengthy piece of string.
“Surely you must be jesting,” Rhodes chuckled, looping the string through the needle with ease as he placed a digit in a thimble. “This can’t be your only set of shirt and vest. If it is, I may have another set for you to purchase if you would like to. However they may not be to your taste...,” he trailed off with a sheepish grin.
“Just relax, Callias. It will take some time but I will try to get you out of those old rags quickly. Wouldn't want anyone to think there's a ghost walking among us,” he laughed aloud at the idea, beginning the sewing process, slipping the needle and out of fabric to sew with quickness and ease.
The absol hardly seemed to share his lightheartedness, the wrinkles on his face still set in place. “I’m not looking for a dress I just want my clothes fixed.” He grunted, leaning by the door as his gaze took to the drenched streets.
Still drizzling and still no shirt. To go back outside looking like he did, his level of uncaring did not seem to reach that far. Waiting elsewhere was out of the question.
Something about the electric hare had him with another reason to retract the thought of leaving, his frivolous behavior earning him a wary eyeing from the absol. Somehow he felt the hare would not exactly comply to his demand, so kept a watchful eye over the electric type.
His lips twisted with disdain, a small mutter escaping them. “I can’t believe every other tailor in town was closed today…”
The Jolteon bristled at the absol’s unsavory commentary, his paws jerking. He nearly cursed aloud at his recklessness, quickly inspecting the shirt for any damage he could have caused.
Dress?! He had so much more to offer than mere dresses! It was downright insulting to him! He gritted his teeth, giving pause to pinch the bridge of his nose. Remain calm, he chanted to himself, inhaling and exhaling slowly to relax himself. Let it be known such rudeness won't be tolerated.
“Callias,” Rhodes nearly hissed, setting aside his work tools, his feet, his body levitating off the ground to hover over to the absol. Brushing his bang aside, he lifted up to eye level with the other, seriousness written over his expression. “You came to me for business, no? Everyone else is closed for the eve and you are only left with me,” he pointed out with a paw on his chest.
“Your comments are not necessary. If you want me to finish my task, I suggest you keep your rude commentary to yourself. If you can not do as I ask” -he glided towards the door, opening it- “here's the door. You can kindly take your business elsewhere. And I do hope you get yourself out of those sheets. They look as if they would tear at any moment. Wouldn't want that to happen, no?”
A glint of surprise shone in the absol’s eyes, quickly to be replaced by confusion as he watched the hare levitate across the room. “What the hell…?”
Whatever he felt about it however, anything he would have been tempted to spout out about the Jolteon’s disturbing ability to hover was quickly tossed aside as he came closer. The furs in his neck rising slowly. Tension pressuring his claws.
His maw remained shut, ears folding back as he glared at the electric type. It took a moment before his jaw would show any sign of movement.
“You probably need this job as much as I need my clothes fixed.” He growled impatiently, a threat rasping at the back of his throat. “You wouldn’t want bad word spreading about your services either, would you?”
Rhodes’ eyes flared at the threat as he glowered at the absol, his ears pinning back sharply. “Are you… trying to threaten me?” He gave a chortle, finding his words amusing. He gathered his paws behind his back, a taunting smirk playing on his lips. “I do not think you quite understand me or the position you are in. Others… No matter how distasteful you may find me, they find me to be quite charismatic you see. Who are they going to believe when you arrive at their doorstep with such a tall tale? You?” -he raked his gaze over the Absol’s with loathing- “or little old me?”
His feet touched the ground as he feigned a faint, slumping to the floor, his paw resting on his forehead, “A ruffian came to my shop and threatened me to fix his clothes!” The Jolteon cried out dramatically. A bout of laughter followed as he righted himself, giving the absol a small wink. “I am believable, no? You have come after all, covered in sheets to mask your appearance. Do you not get the picture I am trying to paint for you?”
His expression smoothed out into the perfect poker face, serious, unamused as he lightly kicked the door shut behind him. “Do not play this game with me. It will go downhill worse than it already has. You do not have the right to judge when you have yet to witness my full capabilities. Meaningless threats will not get me to work faster. But perhaps your clothes are not the only things that requires fixing,” he gave a small pompous snort, nose high in the air.
“Why you little…!”
Veins bumped on the surface of the absol’s face, fangs pressed tightly against each other. The fine white furs of his mane were but needles pointing upwards as a low rumble resonated in his throat. A few more words wanted to escape though he held them back by clasping his tongue still between his teeth.
Another moment glaring at each other's gazes. White peered through Callias’ lips, unwilling to admit defeat, though no end to this conflict would provide satisfaction. He needed his clothes. The thought of going any longer without them preventing his thoughts from taking any rest.
To Rhode’s ease the absol finally budged. His gaze took disinterest on the electric type as he leaned against the wall. A harsh bump to the wood as he did so, muttering incomprehensibly.
“Stronzo,” Rhodes huffed, sticking his tongue out in a childish fashion, growing mollified by the absol’s retreat. There was no doubt in his mind that the word spew out of that foul mouth was a curse but he knew better to egg the situation on more than necessary, opting to remain silent as he quietly paced back to resume his work. He placed the watchful gaze of his small audience in the back of his mind, wholly focused on the task at hand. He managed to relax, oblivious to the tension in the air, a small smile on his face as he resumed his sewing from where he was.
The hare was always his happiest whenever he got his paws on new work. Even if it wasn't the most fashionable of wares, simply clothing had more of an appeal to him. More than him… He gave a small glance towards the absol, the thought of idle chit chat happening. He quickly soured, pondering much too long on Callias’ rudeness before. The male was as stiff as the wall behind him. He winced as the sharp needle pricked his digit. Don't pay attention to him! Cursing inwardly at his negligence, he brought his eyes back on his work, quickening his pace. The faster he gets finished, the more sooner his rude company would leave.
The sound of ripping cloth came from the absol’s position. His paws pulled on the sheets with greater unease as the Jolteon’s retort echoed in the back of his mind. His glare pointed at the floorboards, the claws on his hind legs pressing against the wood with an even greater scorn wrinkling the gashed features of his face. Something about it clearly irked him, even more than usual.
On its own the huffy tone was the dead giveaway of a verbal offense, but there was something more to it to him. Foreign, yet it almost seem like he understood. More than the tailor could imagine.
Wanting to put a halt to the the thought weighing over him the absol’s nostrils flared. A snort followed suit as he turned his head away even further from Rhode’s sight, but being so close to the wall had its disadvantages for the horned beast.
The wood resonated once again, and more grunting would follow as he turned his head back to its previous position. He took a quick gander at the spot his horn had struck, a hint of sheepishness taking over as he noticed a small cut in its surface. It was hardly noticeable from afar, though he still made an effort to hide the mark behind him.
Rhodes cringed at the sound of fabric tearing. Perturbed by the sound, he whirled at the absol, a small gasp leaving him breathlessly as he paled at the sight of those claws raking into the floorboards. The money running down the drain coursed through his mind at the horrid sight. I just got those placed in!
“Ti ston kósmo káneis?!” He shrilled. “I just bought this building and you’re already damaging it?! Withdraw those claws this instant!” He commanded loudly. “Sit in a chair! Anything to keep you from fidgeting about and ruining my workplace!” He rushed from his workbench to the back of the store. The sounds of objects and metal clattering about could be heard as the Jolteon searched… A small cheer as he came rushing back with said chair. More so a stool for the big absol to sit on.
“If you are to stay and if I am to work with my sanity intact, parakaló. Just please do as I ask.” He waited expectantly, folding his arms across his chest for the absol to move from his location to the stool He was wary slightly but he refused to budge, so much as work unless the male did as he complied.
Unsurprisingly the absol stared down at him with a narrowed gaze, though whatever trace of anger he had before seemed to be replaced with confusion. His ears swiveled back and forth. A silent wariness in his eyes. This continued to go on until he finally made the decision to do as the Jolteon asked of him. Of course, he would do so with manners unrefined as he allowed his weight to fall upon the seat by gravity’s whim, wood creaking slightly under the large pokemon’s pressure.
Soon afterwards it was quickly back to that old huffy look of his. Brows furrowed as he glared straight at the electric type. The air around him was clearly unwelcoming, patience waning as he waited for the Jolteon to leave his side and return to his work.
Rhodes gave a small scowl to the absol, muttering incoherently under his breath as he stroll back to resume his work. It was much too tedious to keep track of dark type’s movement and work at the same time. The man was not a child. Or he hoped he wouldn't need to watch him like one. He finally decided to focus solely on the work at hand. Should Callias break or marred anything else, he could always charge the absol extra to pay for the damages. Nodding to himself at the sound idea, he quietly sewed away at his project with a light smile.
Sweet memories of watching another sew clouded his mind, uplifting him from his soul mood. Just because his customer stooped to such levels, he shouldn't follow suit! Before he knew it, he was done with the shirt, setting it close to the absol to allow him to pass it for better judgement before rummaging for the proper material for the vest.
“Is this it… Ah yes..,” he murmured, comparing the material of fabric he held similar to that of the vest. Pleasant memories of the past kept the hare happy enough has he worked through the process.
“Here you go!” He cheered, holding up the vest for the absol to see. Back to his cheery self, he held it up proudly.
The dark type scrutinized the vest, the back of his claw brushing against the freshly sown cloth before he carefully took it in his paws. He could barely tell it had ever gone through such a ripping. Hopefully none more than that after this.
Guttural noises surged in his throat before he could force out a response. “Thanks.” Despite the attempt at a polite reply, he still held onto the same scowl, same irritated tone. Unappeased.
He stood back up, wood creaking as he removed his weight from the stool. His eyes were still set on his clothes, though it would not be long before his attention was for Jolteon. Oddly enough there was no irritation masking his face this time. His brow bent in an awkward manner, sheepishness stretching his lips to the side.
“Could you, uh… Turn around for a moment…?”
Rhodes gave a small frown, brows knitting together at the small yet strange request. Once the absol didn’t appear annoyed but the expression across his face now was one that added confusion. Honestly he thought the dark type was hardly capable of showing any other emotion than anger but this new one proved him wrong. Almost as if he was shy..? With a shrug, Rhodes let the idea go, turning around to give the privacy he nicely asked.
“Taking in account of your… sharp claws and horns, I used a much durable fabric to sew in where the holes once were,” he explained, almost boasting, taking pride in his work, “Of course I would love to make an entire piece using that material so you do not have to go through this again but that would require some of your time as you insist on monitoring my progress. If you give me a design you would like me to based it on, I will stick to that as instructed but alas that is up to you.”
Nothing much of a response left the Absol’s maw. Quickly taking the chance he had as Rhodes turned away he released the old drape, only the sound of cloths moving about to prove he was still there. Once that was over a short huff left his breath.
His eyes wandered over to his shoulder, the short sleeve failing to cover up a pair of old gashes that reached over it. Fine lines of furless skin, irritating to his view, yet it was slight enough to ignore as he turned his attention back to the Jolteon.
“I’m not interested in your dandy fashion.” He scoffed, swinging the old cloth away towards the tailor.
“To each his own,” Rhodes replied with a slight shrug, a paw scratching underneath his chin. “Everyone has their own taste. This is just one that was popular where I grew up, easy to do when you live around it for so long. This is only the surface I scratch and this is not the only designware I have done. There are others I aim to design and have knowledge of and this is the perfect place.” The hare began to bounce in place, growing giddy with excitement. “Plenty of other cultures I can based my designs on! The knowledge these ‘mons could to teach me. Think of the possibilities!”
A small scoff. “But you might be just a simple man. I aim for the stars and I will be rewarded when I do the proper research.” In that he couldn't wait to do. “Now are you done putting them on? I need to check over my work before you pay. No harm in double checking.”
“Yeah, yeah, whatever.” A small huff with a roll of the absol’s eyes as the tailor continued to babble on.
He pulled on his sleeve to cover what he could, a tinge of discomfort in his brow as the cloth scuffled away from the scarring. Worrying about it any more would only be a waste of energy, so he let go of the thought. A long breath then whistled through his fangs.
“I’m done. How much is it?”
Needless to say, the Jolteon bristled at the dismissive words Callias uttered, the thought of even approaching the absol abhorrent to him now. Let's get down to business so he can leave!
Rhodes gave a small pause, a single digit tapping his lips. How to calculate this for this country's currency… A struggling thoughts as a sheepish smile spread on the hare’s expression as he turned to face the absol, his ears folding back. “Given I had to use a different sort of fabric than the usual for this service, I would have to say… 10 crescents?” He fidgeted with his paws, unsure about the estimate but looking at the small damages the absol had done his floor and… the wall?! Calming his fury, the hare became more firm as he spoke, “No… 15 crescents.”
A brow arose in the absol’s complexion with his answer, though he hardly seemed bothered by the amount. He proceeded to prod his claws into a small bag drooping by the side of his thigh, the thin leather hung by a string to his belt. The bag jingled along to the movement of his paw until he finally took out a small pile of coins, making sure he had the right amount before handing them over.He hardly waited for any more of a response after that. Wordlessly Callias turned around, taking a pace away from the Jolteon as his eyes set on the exit door. Finally his gateway back to solitude.