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I wouldn't have guessed you for someone with those kind of scruples.

[Maybe a polite way of saying "you look like the kind of person who'd demand his pants be sewn with thread made from the eyelashes of baby seals", but you know. Details. He's pleasantly surprised.]

I guess I'll have to try them on and see...

You're really fine with me wearing your skin?

What else am I supposed to do with the piles of dead skin we've been sweeping behind the couch?

[ File under: Things We Never Thought We'd Have To Say. ]

If I wasn't fine with it, I wouldn't have used it as an experiment. Besides, we've been sitting on it since I had to replace almost all of the couch after that incident.

[ The couch Enjolras is going to be stuck with. ]

Go on. Change into them. If all of my measurements were correct-- and they are --they should fit without any snagging or discomfort. I want feedback.

You want to see me wearing your skin.

[He says, in a tone of voice that makes it sound like he'd said, "you want to see me take my pants off again".

But off he goes, obligingly, because evidently today modesty is in vogue and he's going to change elsewhere rather than right in the middle of the living room.

Which isn't going to stop him from shouting back through the walls to continue the conversation, either.]

They're soft, I'll give you that.

[ Shouting through the walls in this house is PRETTY NORMAL.

He takes up a stray pencil with his tail in the meantime, passing it to his hand so he can start putting anything on the canvas while he waits. ]

Because I used another two layers for interfacing. [ That is SO MUCH SKIN. ] If you ever want to turn them inside out, you'll have another pattern.

[ And you can flip the zipper. Look at this guy go. He thought ahead. ]

You made me reversable snakeskin pants out of your own skin?

[THIS RIDE JUST KEEPS GETTING WILDER AND WILDER. Also he's going to be offscreen for a little bit while he carefully gets himself into these things; it'd be bad to be careless with the merchandise, after all.]

Did I stutter?

[ Pfft... Listen, he got bored. He had to experiment. Things went... Decently. They're nice to look at and easy to wear. Just be glad you have anything, Jotaro. ]

They're better than having to cut a hole in your old ones. Count your blessings.

I'll give you that. The other ones cost 200,000 yen.

[JUST IN CASE ANYBODY NEEDED THAT INFORMATION ABOUT JOTARO KUJO'S SPENDING HABITS.

Shortly thereafter, though, he emerges from his seclusion, legs bedecked in the snakeskin pants that, as expected of Rohan, not only cling to his muscle and create sleek lines along his legs, but also neatly accommodate his tail and fit perfectly.

God help us all, he's scrappy from the waist up and clubbin' from the waist down.]

You know. ...These really aren't bad. Actually. For being your skin and all.

Oh.

[ His current choice of writing utensil falls with his wrist going limp. He can't tell if this is the best thing he's ever seen or the most offensive thing he has ever seen.

On the one hand, all of his numbers that he measured with his tail were perfect. On the other, this sure is something to look at. ]

Look at you... [ So they just got over having to deal with the Kira Situation. The clear followup had to be a fashion show. ]

They're comfortable because I know how to moisturize before shedding season. [ THIS IS TOO GOOD. TOO GOOD........... ] Turn now. Let me see. [ He's gonna twirl the pencil in the air too. Three-Sixty, Sir. ]

You're ogling. Don't start telling me about how you moisturized your skin before making it into pants for me.

[But he starts turning anyway, wings drawn in and tail comfortably hanging out of the back of his pants.]

They're comfortable. So I take it I look okay, then?

The day you start getting itchy from having to take off all of your skin is the day you can say I'm just ogling you.

[ You know Jotaro, if you weren't such a smartass.......... ]

I didn't think these would work out. I'm pleasantly surprised. [ Chalk up one more use for all that skin. ] They aren't your fancy ones from back home but as long as they fit... [ The sheer amount of skin he has to just get rid of every month makes them thick and leathery but with the right amount of give. Wonderful. ]

The black and white is flattering. I was worried that it would clash with your scales. If the fit is right, then the other ones I am finishing up will be almost as snazzy. They aren't 200,000 Yen but they could be.

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You're making more? I'm going to be spoiled by the end of this.

[He wanders over, though, still testing out the glide and give of the..."fabric", and ends up within arm's reach of where Rohan has situated himself.

That's probably deliberate, all things considered.]

Check the fit all you want. If that's what you're after.

You said you needed more pants. I said I would make you more pants.

[ There is nothing stopping Rohan from rolling his eyes into the next galaxy. ]

Are you trying to flirt with me now? Is that what this is?

[ what the hell ]

I'm trying to tease you. There's a difference.

[Experimentally, he bends his knees and lowers himself down a bit before rising back up again, testing his ability to move and change position.]

If I could get you to laugh, I think that'd be a good night's accomplishment.

There really isn't--

[ Not in this case. Jotaro can go on believing what he wants. Rohan still pinches the bridge of his nose, trying to not ACTUALLY ogle him this time. ]

I miss wearing pants. Maybe that's why I have found making them to be a form of therapy. The other pair is black. More... Your speed. [ That sounds about right. ]

Should I stress the fabric on the legs to give it that ripped-up edgy feel?

[ Two can play at this game, Edgelord. ]

I'd look like a real punk if you did, wouldn't I?

[Students should dress like students, he catches himself thinking idly, and oddly it doesn't seem to come with as much of a razor's edge as it usually does.]

...I really didn't think I'd like these as much as I do. They're...I don't know. Kind of buttery, sort of. They feel nice. A little weird, too, but nicer than my uniform ones.

I thought 'punk' was the way you did things?

[ He makes his jab, triumphantly coiling up to sit up a little higher. Haha, good one. ]

I didn't think you would either. They were meant to be an ultimately failed experiment. I thought you would find the idea of them to be too macabre for your tastes. My rationale was that scales on scales makes for something smoother. Plus, it insulates. Not that you need it.

[ A beat. ]

Thank you for... Liking them.

I'm trying really hard not to think too much about the implications of what I'm wearing, believe me.

[Which probably explains all of the jokes and jabs he's been making about them; resorting to levity keeps things from getting serious, and serious is where he might start doubting.]

...Thanks for making them for me.

[ See Rohan, this is how we play nice with others. Please and Thank You are the magic words. He plays it off with a wave of his hand. ]

You're welcome. If you go back in my room, there is another box with a plainer pair of pants and a shirt like the one you usually wear with the back more neatly cut out to accommodate your wings. You can go fetch those now if you want to wear something less silly.

I would have gotten more done but I was busy getting Lorna acclimated to the shop.

[Well, under other circumstances he probably would've, but this is new and interesting and worthy of remark, so he idles instead, running his clawed hands absently over his snakeskin thighs while he considers.]

...In a minute. Who's Lorna? A new employee, I guess?

[ He doesn't really keep Jotaro in the know about his roster. Maybe he should. Only one of them is actually interesting to deal with. ]

More than an employee. She's my apprentice. I'm trying to make her into someone who can manage the shop should I ever need to take long absences. She has some experience and wants to learn more about the trade.

[ Also-- ]

She was looking for a job on the network about a month ago before Vietnam disappeared. I had pointed her in that direction and now I feel sort of obligated to follow through. A quiet little thing who looks like she stepped out of a Western history book. She's never seen a painting in her entire life before setting foot in the shop.

She's positively enamored with me.

[For a second, he thinks about saying who wouldn't be, as far as the subject of being enamored goes, but even in his head it sounds a little stupid and so he's quick to clamp down on it and keep it from ever escaping his mouth.]

So I should get used to seeing her around. Is she nocturnal, or am I going to miss her because she's going to work in the daytime?

She will be working after hours mostly. A little while before you usually show up. You might run into her now and then.

I would like you two to meet if she is going to be my work duckling until further notice. [ Snakebutt becomes useful again, pulling up his sketch diary and passing it to Rohan's hand. He's gotten VERY GOOD at making peace with it. He flips a few pages. ]

You might like her. She's very sweet and out of the way. [ He turns it outward. On that page is literally what he described-- A young lady who looks like she could have been one of the people walking off of the Mayflower. Soft eyes, twisty horns sprouting from her forehead. Like a photograph, she is gazing around the blank space of the page at something he never drew around her with a clawed hand to her lips and her skirts kicking up in a twirl. ]

Polite too. She could teach you something. [ HE'S TEASING. ]

Is that an official title? "Work duckling"?

[He automatically reaches for the sketchbook, bending down for a closer look. His brow furrows as he examines the image depicted by the sketchy lines, expression clouded at the recognition of — yes, that certainly is Ye Olde Timey Maide, isn't it.]

...You can't be serious. People haven't dressed like that in hundreds of years — are you saying she got dragged here from back then?

And here you thought I was from "back in the past", huh...

I never did tell you that our landlord is from early 1830's Paris, did I. [ That probably has not come up in conversation. ]

I think people can come from just about anywhere around here. I spoke to a smartass who can put music AND pictures in his cell phone. I would have thought that Lorna was from around here as a native rather than someone who was pulled up by the Fog God.

Would you believe she knows how to work a loom? I will never have to buy cloth ever again!

[ What the Hell is a loom. ]

Don't start exploiting her or anything.

[HOW DO YOU INTERACT WITH 1) GIRLS AND 2) GIRLS FROM SEVERAL HUNDRED YEARS AGO

god only knows

he's doing his best]

You don't think I'm going to scare her, showing up looking like this?

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