[the chest has all kinds of things buried in it--jackets, mostly, some with feathers, spiked collars, straps, buckles, rivets, holes with animal bones strung up in them like flies caught in abstract spiderwebs, tears that reveal intentional, darker fabric underneath, jackets that appear to be made from ripping apart and sewing together several separate, unrelated pieces of clothing...
but then there are also some other things. a dark masquerade mask, a draw-string purse, and one long sock with an eye design stitched all over it have somehow snuck into the chest as well.]
I'd be delighted to come up with something for you, darling.
[he may have been thinking about a design already, in fact.]
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but then there are also some other things. a dark masquerade mask, a draw-string purse, and one long sock with an eye design stitched all over it have somehow snuck into the chest as well.]
I'd be delighted to come up with something for you, darling.
[he may have been thinking about a design already, in fact.]