Because I Said Sew!
Piraen (Job Solo)
The 14th of Spring, 514 AV
Midday, Piraen's Apartment
"I don't understand!" Piraen slapped his hands against the floorboards in frustration."How is it even possible to tear a hole there?!" The tailor sat in the middle of his small apartment's floor. Surrounding the man was a sea of fabric, carpeting the room wall-to-wall in colorful patterns and dingy solids. To his left, a box of assorted sewing materials. On his right, a bag of dried peaches.
Pi's obsidian eyes glared down at the pair of pants below him, his eyes staring intently with a mixture of both confusion and anger. He clenched his jaw. How, or why, someone would rip a hole in the front of their pants, Piraen would never know...and that upset him. He had seen tears in the butt of pants, the seams, the knees, the bottoms of the legs...all the reasonable possibilities. He had never seen a tear in the stomach part of pants, though. Besides this being an obvious mind-puzzle, the situation also brought about a dilemma for the young seamster: he had no idea how to decently patch up this rip.
The flaw in question was about four to five inches long and ran diagonally across the stomach section of a pair of high-waisted trousers. There seemed no easy way to stitch it up without causing a weird pinching or puckering. Not to mention that, given the size and intensity of the tear, Pi had no idea if the pants would still fit the client after the repair.
Pi leaned back and popped another peach slice into his mouth. He gnawed intensely as he weighed his options. I could tear out the front section, I suppose, and add a pattern thing here... The tailor visualized the pants with two columns of brass buttons running down the stomach. He had to admit, it was cute. Cute, but not manly. Given Ravok today, Piraen couldn't decide which was worse...being a dingy and run-down looking merchant or feminine and "cute" business man. Both options seemed less than favorable.
Piraen's eyes skimmed over the rest of his apartment. Maybe I should just make a new pair of pants... He had enough extra clothing in the apartment to do so. They'd be a different color than the original--in fact, they might even be two or three different colors--but they would fit, and they would most likely look decent while doing so, too. Most likely.
Or I could move onto something else. Deciding that that was the best option at the moment, Pi reached out and grabbed at another project: a woman's shirt that needed resizing. It would be done within a couple bells, and it would, more importantly, take his mind off of those stupid trousers. Piraen sighed, hunching over the red shirt as he descended with his needle. Procrastination: always the solution.