[ah, see? this is the kind of fun they had last time, too. he grins mischievously, sticking his tongue out a little between his teeth.]
Oh, just some of his jacket. I still have a few scraps left.
[nevermind the unsettling implications that he had stolen, coveted, and kept track of this piece of clothing for years--with the mood morbidly lightened, he sets to work draping things back over Tek, dexterously pressing and cutting and pinning pieces together into something that begins to resemble a whole, fitted coat.]
Silk lining, mostly. He didn't deserve it.
[he still has the biggest smile on the one side of his face, as if nothing in the world would bring him more satisfaction than putting a piece of that man's clothing into this very purposeful work of art.]
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Oh, just some of his jacket. I still have a few scraps left.
[nevermind the unsettling implications that he had stolen, coveted, and kept track of this piece of clothing for years--with the mood morbidly lightened, he sets to work draping things back over Tek, dexterously pressing and cutting and pinning pieces together into something that begins to resemble a whole, fitted coat.]
Silk lining, mostly. He didn't deserve it.
[he still has the biggest smile on the one side of his face, as if nothing in the world would bring him more satisfaction than putting a piece of that man's clothing into this very purposeful work of art.]