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[flagrates]

Who: Clive Rosfield & YOU!
When: Pre-event, roughly the first two weeks of December
Where: Clive's Horizon, Nocwich
What: Catch-all for pre-event studd
Warnings: N/A, will be added if needed.

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[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda doesn't expect her quick sketch to hit the mark right off the bat and it shows. Being lazy and being a perfectionist shouldn't technically belong together, but they're somehow traits that co-exist in her tiny pink frame; even when outfits or jewelry were executed well, she was quietly never fully satisfied with her own work.

She's about to question that. Ask him if he's entirely sure that it's "perfect" because she can already tell that there are things she'd like to change - but then he asks her a different question in turn. Her own hesitation folds under an inquisitive look as she cocks her hip out slightly. ]

Are you doubting me?

[ Said like they had known each other far longer than this brief interaction in the market. ]

[flagrates]

Well—no.

[ And he isn't, not really. But... ]

I'm doubting myself.

[ He tries to lie, he does. Lying by omission is hard enough but outright trying to keep from ruining a surprise by pretending to have no idea what's going on? That's not going to happen and he knows it, especially if the guilty look on his face is any indication. ]

It's difficult for me to... pretend something isn't happening.

[ he's an incredibly bad liar, hilda!!! ]

[theidlemaiden]

You're a bad liar, aren't you?

[ Despite how sympathetically sweet she says it, there's a bluntness to it. A little force meant to apply just the tiniest bit of teasing pressure to a man so large. He might get the impression that this is a past time of hers that she's come to enjoy in her time beside Claude's side - but she'd rather die than admit that. ]

That's okay! Lying is bad anyway. But you don't have to do any pretending because I will. And it's not really lying if I just sort of admit the truth.

[ She tries to give him a reassuring pat on the arm. ]

Here, to ease your nerves why don't we do a little practice here? Pretend you're Jill and we'll run through a little scenario of how I might ask her. You start.

[flagrates]

[ This is going to end poorly, and he looks around at the market around them before coming to therms with the fact that he's gotten himself into this, and there isn't much choice in how to get out of it.

He clears his throat, and tries to stand a bit more gracefully. Regal. Tries to hold himself in the way that Jill does. It looks about as natural as a dog standing on it's hind legs. ]

Hilda. It is. Very good to see you on this evening. How might I be of assistance?

[theidlemaiden]

[ Some way, some how, Hilda manages to keep a straight face. It's probably the best impression of Jill that she'll see barring having the actual woman in question in front of her, but let's just say that the bar is being set...rather low. 

More than that however, it really just highlights how much trouble Clive is going to be in if the topic of a ring comes up. Sweet Cethleann's tits, this is going to take some work. Instead of making her laugh, it lights a little fire in her to ensure that she can equip him the best he can. Briefly she wonders if this is how instructors feel trying to send their students off on a task. ] 

Jill! You're looking stunning as always. I'm working on a little project and need your assistance with it. Are you busy? 

[flagrates]

No.

[ Said with all the seriousness of a man trying his best to not sound serious, but lighthearted and kind, and failing completely and utterly at it. He looks just as serious, too, a crease forming between his brows as he frowns in thought. ]

I was just… Sewing. A shirt. For… someone. Why?

[theidlemaiden]

[ Hilda's lips twitch again but there's still a shocking amount of restraint being shown in the presence of what is probably his best attempt at any impression. ]

Oh, well, then this shouldn't take too long. I'm hoping to make some rings for some friends as a sign of friendship! I'd love to make one for you but want to make sure that it fits well.

[ She cants her head to the side slightly, an innocent smile on her lips. ]

Do you think I can measure your finger?

[flagrates]

[ He's trying, Hilda, but even he knows he's doing a terrible job, you don't need to spare his feelings, and the look on his face shows it as he tries not to sigh. Instead, he crosses his arms, dropping character for just a moment to say: ]

Friendship? That's what you're going with?

[theidlemaiden]

[ Clive's skepticism is met with a cool raised eyebrow. ]

Sure! You've heard of friendship bracelets, haven't you? Why not friendship rings?

[ Listen, she knows when she has to step up in certain situations. Not that she enjoys it - but sometimes that's just the way the chips fall. And this is sadly shaping up to be one of those times. ]

And besides I haven't told her everything about my world's customs. She's not going to know any better!