>>5540775>>5540776>>5540803>>5540821>>5540823>>5540827>>5540834>>5540862>>5540867>>5540875>>5540888>>5541469>>5541476>>5541487“Right, right.. a suitable outfit..” You murmur. “Come along, then. We’re off to the LAUNDERING AND SEWING ROOM–we’ll fix up your cloak, procure a suitable outfit, and teach you the tools of the trade all at once.”
>obligatory “What do you think?” You admire the sailor suit wear, hands on your chips. “It’s decent casual wear, no? A DUCKWORTH FAMILY TRADITION. My great, great grandfather was once a sailor, you see, so–woah, woah! What are you doing..?!”
“I’m freeing myself from this nauseating tog.” The gnome has begun to cut into your wonderful outerwear while it’s still ON her, trimming through the cloth like butter with her knife and revealing her netherwear. “I’d rather you throw me to the sea than wear this crap a second longer.”
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>Form and function. She does need to be able to do her job as a thief after all“Here–this could prove more useful to the thief’s trade than that ratty old cloak.” You take a step back to examine the dress shirt–shorts combo. “And the phrygian cap, is, uh.. it should be comfortable to you, right..? I believe that’s customary cultural wear for gnomes, so..”
“A-ah..! No! Noooo way.” She rips the gnome cap off in revulsion. “Only old gnomes wear this sorta crap. It’s way too out of date–and offensive, you know! It’d be like me stuffing you into a big, fake beard with half-moon specs and a robe. And what’s with these itchy ass shorts? They’re practically riding me.”
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>Scullery maid with green triangle choker (and fishnets).>Black and white maid outfit>Bredbeddle drip“Hmph.” She does a few turns in the maid outfit–a combo of a few different styles of wear, with poofy skirt, frilly sleeves, and mop cap (she cut through the fishnets out of protest). “Fine, fine. I can wear this if I’m s’posed ta’ be acting like a house servant in here.. But I’m still wearing my hood outside! No ifs, ands, or butts! All this stuff is too frilly. Not rogue-y enough.”
“Fine, fine.” You settle with a sigh. You’d guess that’s the best compromise you can make with her. You can’t imagine why she’s fond of that horribly ratty cloak–maybe some kind of sentimental appreciation? Or maybe she likes how easy it is to draw? You suppose you’ll never know.
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“Shit.” The gnome flinches, pulling a finger back with a sharp wince. “Keep pricking myself with this crap..”
You’ve settled into a quiet moment of housework with the gnome–both you sat in the laundry room, you doing your best to teach her and her bleeding all over your outerwear. You suppose you ought to strike up conversation with your new housemate.
>What do you do? 