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[unfollowing]

i'm aware i asked this a few months ago, but now i actually have materials to get started, so i'm asking again:

does anyone know how to sew? hand stitching, specifically. i now have really nice cotton (thank you, delight!!!) that we can make clothes with

right now, we have a bolt of white cotton fabric. if you want a different color, tell delight a happy memory, and she'll give us more fabric. but don't, like, dogpile her or anything. be nice, for fuck's sake

[Emily, who are you to talk about being nice...................]

if you're interested in sewing, meet me here: [and she attaches an image of a map with one of the shops circled]

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[dedikated]

Great. [ The briefest smile curls at her lips, and with that, Kate backs out a little. ] S'pose I'll let you get to work.

[ But, because she's trying this whole 'talk to people instead of assuming shit' thing... ] If you need owt-- [ Er... give her a bell? She has more happy memories if needed. ]

[unfollowing]

[Having seen the cold fury that possessed Kate in her dream, Emily thinks the smile softens her up a bit. (Hasn't she had that said to her before? And not by asshole guys who just want to stare at her. ... it was probably Matt. Don't think about Matt.)

She nods, reaching out to touch the yellow fabric -- oh god this cotton is wonderful -- and then... is that a foreign language?]

If I need what?

[dedikated]

[ oh. Right. Uh. She forgets sometimes that her dialect is just that. A dialect. Incomprehensible to those who don't learn it. ]

Anything. It means anything.

[unfollowing]

Uh-huh. [Is that like. Welsh or Gaelic. Em is curious, but not enough to ask. Burned too many times by weebs on the language front. She is not about to look like an idiot here.] Okay. And, um-- same, I guess. I'll let you know when the hoodie's done.

[In, like, a year, given she's hand sewing this.]

[dedikated]

Alright. See ya. [ aaaand she's off. with a wave. ]