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[He enters, sighing and dropping the facade. He trusts Sapphire enough to talk to her about it.]

Someone from home arrived, recently. He hates me because of what I am. He never shied away from an opportunity to try to humiliate or belittle me back home, and the last I saw him he was trying to kill me.

[He folds his arms, chewing his lip.]

Having him here will cause nothing but problems, I'm sure.

Twelve.

[She hisses out a breath.]

Is there anything I can do to help? I- you're always welcome here, of course, should you need to stop by.

[Connor shakes his head.]

I don't think there's anything you can do, unfortunately. But I appreciate the offer.

[Looking up at her, he tilts his head a little.]

I don't suppose he'll like you much either, if he finds out you're my friend.

[He lifts a hand, and a digital photo of Gavin hovers over his palm.]

If you see this man, please be careful. He's very volatile.

[This is Connor still not knowing that Sapphire can handle herself perfectly fine. He has an inkling based on those stones she showed him, but he's never seen her in action.]

I suppose not. Since I'm glad to have you as a friend, I suppose he'll just have to live with that.

[She leans in to take a good look, nodding slowly.]

I've met a few people who were like that. He's human, I take it?

Yes, he's human. He's convinced that androids are going to replace humans, and he'll lose his job.

[Look, it isn't Connor's fault he's superior.]

Apparently that's a good enough reason to treat every single android he comes across like dirt on his shoe. Especially me.

All right. [She's pretty sure she can handle him, then, if it comes to it.]. …Wouldn't it be better if he could think of ways to improve?

[Though- doesn't sound like he's the type to think about that.

She frowns, reaching out to touch Connor.]

I don't believe that. If he does- you know I've got your back.

Gavin doesn't think like that. He's childish and petty... androids just shouldn't have existed as far as he's concerned, because we've potentially inconvenienced him.

[He hasn't even lost his job... he just thinks he might. Connor leans into the touch though, nodding.]

I know. Thanks. He was easy enough for me to handle once before, but here things could tip in his favour.

[Still. He isn't here for this.]

So, about that modelling?

[She nods- she knows that worry fairly well herself.]

If it comes to it- we'll figure out what to do.

Of course! [That's what they're here for, and she brightens.] I'd like to start by taking your sizes- ah, and what sort of fabrics do you prefer?

I don't mind which fabric I wear. I don't sweat or overheat quite the same way a human would, after all.

[Very convenient, that.]

Anyway, just tell me what to do and I'll do it.

Handy! Do they feel different to you at all, though?

[She nods, reaching for her measuring tape.]

If you could stretch your arms out, then? And I'll take your measurements.

A little... but I don't get itchy, or anything.

[It's not like android uniforms were ever made to be comfortable, after all. He does as he's told, stretching his arms out and smiling slightly.]

Like this?

I see…. That's good, then.

Perfect! Tell me if it's uncomfortable at all.

[She gets to measuring, muttering the numbers to herself, to keep until she can put them down.]

So- no objections to cotton, I take it?

[He idly takes note of the numbers, just incase she forgets one. He doesn't forget, after all.]

No, cotton is nice.

[He's admittedly just excited for new clothes, so what they're made out of doesn't bother him much.]

Do you have a particular style you're going with?

I was thinking… something relaxed, and comfortable. But still perfectly wearable for a day out! Ah- how do you feel about open fronts?

Open fronts are fine.

[He relaxes once she's done taking his numbers, fiddling with his sleeve.]

It sounds exciting.

[He'd like to be able to make that kind of clothing, too... so he looks expectantly up at her.]

If I watch you work, I should pick it up quite quickly. That said, if you wouldn't mind talking me through it, that would be nice.

Mm. It's… I like being able to hold something I've made.

[She nods, picking up pen and paper.]

Honestly… I miss being able to use the crystal-based techniques from home. But it's important to keep the knowledge of the ordinary techniques, as well.

So! To start with, you'll want a pattern- and the material, of course. And with your sizes…. [She hums, stepping aside to rummage through for the materials, pins and scissors.]. I tend to cut a little extra, just in case. It can always be hemmed up. So- let's start with the pieces for the front and back- that uses this part of the pattern, cut this way…

[Connor listens intently, watches as Sapphire works. When she's finished he seems pleased, both with the fact that he's learned something and that he has something new to wear now, too.]

You're good at this...

[He takes the sleeve in one hand, inspects the stitching.]

Have you been doing this for a while?

I'm glad to hear that! Let me know if it needs patching up at all, aye?

[It's not quite the same as a manufactured one, but it looks as though it should hold up well.]

Mm- I only took up formal training some years ago, but my family taught me to mend my clothes when I was young. I think it was probably to try to discourage me from tearing them up at first.

[Connor, with no real reason to be shy, starts taking off his current shirt so that he can try on the new one.]

How would you tear them up?

[He's only ever torn his own clothes when he's, well, been shot.]

[She does tilt her head, surprised, but- if he's not shy, why should she tell him to be? There's nothing wrong with a body being a body.]

Oh, well- ordinary kid things. I'd snag them on branches, or rocks, or worry holes into them, or get into fights…

[She shrugs.]

We were a pretty rambunctious lot.

I see. Do children often fight?

[He knows nothing about children, honestly. He tugs on the new shirt, and looks it over. He would say it's comfortable, he can move around in it easily, and it looks nice... so to him, it's perfect.]

Some like to more than others. I think most children like to imagine they're protecting the others, and play that out. …And sometimes you think someone's had more than their fair share of that.

[It seems strange to her, given she knew her family. But- she can do her best to help him learn.]

How do the shoulders feel?

[He rolls his shoulders, mulling over her words.]

They feel good... I can move in this quite easily.

[He moves his arms around as if to demonstrate.]

I like it.

Good!

[She brightens, leaning in to take a quick look to reassure herself.]

I worry about that, sometimes- if it's not right around the arms, trying to do things feels awful. In sewing, and fighting…

Anyhow! What about pants?

Hm... well, I'm used to jeans. Admittedly they're not the most practical for fighting in, but these ones are surprisingly stretchy.

[Connor can fight in them just fine.]

What would you suggest, though?

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