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When I close my eyes, I am at the center of the sun

WHO: Senketsu and YOU
WHERE: Places
WHEN: Times (Any day of the week of April 21)
WHAT: A day in the life of clothes.
WARNINGS: None (yet). But it's Senketsu, so blood will inevitably come up.

MORNING
FABRIC STORE

Senketsu finds that, fortunately, he's much more useful at his place of employment than he had feared. Turns out that being exceptionally tall and able to carry a significant amount of weight effortlessly pretty much covers half of what he's asked to do. Navigating the warehouse and leading customers to their desired section is another quarter, and when he's asked technical questions...well, he knows to whom to direct the customer.

Since most of Senketsu's job has him stocking and organizing bolts and reaching onto high shelves as per a shorter customer's request, he can be found just about anywhere at any time, with a smile and polite friendliness that is garnering praise from regulars and new customers alike.

NOON
A LOCAL CAFE

Technically there's no reason for Senketsu to be given a lunch break, since he doesn't really...eat lunch. Yet he takes his break anyway, retreating to a humble little cafe to either read or people-watch. His order of a single cup of hot water has since stopped making baristas quirk their brow, yet they've never asked if it's because he actually wants it or just wants to keep up appearances.

The truth is...it's a little bit of both.

His choice of literature today is a nondescript hardcover book, but if glanced at from the right direction, it's full of illustrated or photographed modern (or at least what this world considers "modern") fashion for both men and women.

EVENING
THE PUBLIC LIBRARY

Senketsu, like an upright and respectable citizen(?), returns his books to the library when he's finished with them, then spends the next hour or two going through the aisles and deciding what to pick up next. Sections of interest? Fashion, textiles, textile manufacturing, and garment construction, of course. Only a few of them are for personal interests, and most of them are solely so he can be even more useful at his job.

Perhaps he may even be poking around in the magazine and newspaper sections, if any of them prove to be useful, but he can only check out so much at one time...

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Moves to stand by the table Senketsu is sitting at. Gamagori was out as well that day, and while being a drill sergeant, he's still allowed some time off, and he needs some tea to clear how rough his throat is from all the yelling. He might be used to it, but he knows to treat himself to something for his throat every so often. He won't really make an impression if he can barely speak at work.

Wearing a uniform given to him to wear during his hours, military dress uniform included with hat, he stands, holding a small plate with a steaming cup of tea on it.

"May I sit with you?" Removes his hat. He feels odd in this- being in America- he hasn't really been bombarded with thoughts of his father since he was a child. But wearing this? Difficult to get out of his mind. You'd think he'd have to earn a uniform like this- but he supposes as an imPort, and registered, it's more automatic.

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Senketsu looks up from his book.

"Ah, mister Gamagoori. Please, help yourself," he says, gesturing to the seat across from him. He closes the book and puts it aside so that he can sit back and cradle his mug of hot water in his claws.

"Miss Satsuki's Elite Four always looked so formal in their Goku uniforms, but that number looks even more straight-lipped than anything I've ever seen you in."

It's a brand new day. A brand new morning, and Harvey Dent is already making the most of it. He's been up since very early today, having an appointment out of town to get a procedure done. By the time he enters the fabric store later that same morning his face is still tingling that keeps all of his nerves alert, but he's interested in new clothes to go with his new look.

Force of habit that brings him to a fabric store rather than a proper tailor's -- normally he's had to get his wardrobe custom-made, and half the time he selects his own materials. He's wearing a bisected black/white suit even now, and for once it's the most unusual looking thing about him. He stands by the counter uneasily, looking at the arrays of different options before he looks around for an employee.

Seeing Senketsu, he waves uncertainly. "'Scuse me. You work here, right?"

"Yes- it's a military uniform issues by the cape. A uniform is important, despite some of the things learned back home." Moves to sit, placing his hat on the table top, along with his tea.

Sip.

"What have you been given for work?"

Senketsu smirks at Gamagoori over the rim of his mug. "I think miss Satsuki would approve, regardless."

He waves a hand dismissively. "I'll tell you as long as you promise not to laugh." Then, without giving the other a moment's pause to even promise in the first place: "I work at a fabric store down the street."

Customers in a suit are a rare sight at best in a run-of-the-mill fabric store, which catches Senketsu's attention for a brief moment longer than a cursory glance. In such an unusual construction, too--and here he'd been learning all the ways in which people try their hardest to hide the seams.

No judgments to be found here, outside of huh, that's unusual. But that's just the nature of the beast that is fashion.

"I do, actually. How can I help you today?"

"-D-do you?" Slightly taken aback. But how can he disagree with a garment that cradled Lady Satsuki's body itself? Glances down to his tea before up again.

"Hm- Making clothing or-?"

"Of course. That's because it suits you, though. Mister Sanageyama and mister Inumuta wouldn't pull it off. It's important that clothes fit their wearer, and not the other way around."

Talk about a sentiment that would make no sense to anyone that hadn't gone through what the lot of them have.

"No, nothing that interesting. Stocking bolts, directing people to the right section, cutting lengths for customers. Pretty basic stuff. I'll tell you what, though, they use the weirdest units of measure around here."

A small chuckle. It's interesting hearing those words from a set of clothing. Again he sips his tea, thinking about it further, can't help but do as Senketsu implied and put either of his fellow Devas in such uniforms.

"While I agree- I think everyone looks good in uniform. It straightens out the figure- though- shouldn't be given to those not deserving." Makes sure to tack that one there. Deserving, not deserving, these things mean a lot to him. Which is why he still feels a little- odd in this uniform. That slight bit of the uncomfortable might be seen in how he holds himself, how he sits. It just doesn't seem right to dawn such a garb when you haven't earned the right in whatever country your in.

imPort or not. That- word, still doesn't really mean anything to him.

"Do they?" A chuckle. "This is America! The United States Customary Units!"

"Deserving clothing...still on about that, huh?"

Senketsu's tone is ever so mildly disapproving, as he raises up his mug to sip his water. But he's not exactly volunteering himself to explain why.

"Twelve inches in a foot, three feet in a yard. Such abstract names and conversions--and don't get me started on fractions, they're just incomplete division."

[Coincidentally, Kotetsu's been hanging out in the same cafe, about a table over. Mostly he's been content to go about his business eating his own lunch, but he's rapidly growing curious about that cup of hot water that's been sitting untouched on Senketsu's table.

Eventually, his curiosity gets the better of him.]

...Think that's gonna get cold.

[Pointing. At the cup. Hi.]

Slowly Harvey manages a smile, something still faintly uneasy about his overall manner no matter how well-dressed he is. He touches the left side of his face as if in thought, saying nothing for a couple of moments before he eased both hands back into his pockets.

"I need a suit," he says, then hesitates and clarifies with a mild chuckle. "Obviously a different one, as you can see the one I'm wearing is a little overstated. I was hoping you'd have something in a navy blue. Wool, maybe?"

Overstated? Perhaps. For all he knows, though, it could be in style somewhere around here.

"It could be much worse, but let's see what we can find for you."

He leads Harvey through the jungle of steel shelving units to bring him to the expansive wool section. There's so many different types of wool, you see...

"...and this is where it ends," Senketsu gestures to the end of the row. "Let me know if you want to see anything from the higher shelves up close."

Hm?

[Senketsu looks up from his book at Kotetsu, then follows the pointing finger.]

Oh, I had become so immersed in reading that I'd forgotten about it.

[He, uh...stares at it a little longer, for good measure, before taking it the mug up and sipping from it.]

Thank you, sir.

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"Certain types of clothing signify something. Uniforms didn't always give abilities to it's wearers but stood for something else. Gave power through representation. It goes along the same lines of a flag."

"Yes- well America has it's- own way of doing things." Man, do- do not throw math at him, sheesh.

"Learning the ropes is a good idea though, especially in your new occupation." A pause. "Have yo considering tailoring yourself?" Would that be too strange for him maybe?

Senketsu shrugs. "I suppose I can't do anything about the human need to function in hierarchy."

He glances down at his own clawed hands before looking back up at Ira.

"Let's see if I can even learn how to pick up a needle before I plan to do anything with it."

"You don't have to say that. I know it's out of the ordinary," Harvey says as they walk, smirking a little, though mostly to himself. He keeps his hands fixed in his pockets as Senketsu explains, frowning a little in his own ignorance at the variety of material available. How does he even begin to choose?

"Uh..." He feels his palms sweat a bit, then carefully withdraws one hand so that he can take out his coin and roll it habitually against his thumb. He looks at it, looks at the wool, then flips. After staring at the up-faced side, he points to one selection about two feet up from where they're standing. "How about that one? I don't know much about the differences, but it looks... it looks good."

"It's an animal need, not only humans practice it. It allows order and respect to establish in a society."

"How- is that fairing, your new body I mean?" He knows a thing or two about adjusting to sudden size shifts.

"It's touch and go. For every thing that I discover this body can do, another thing comes up that makes me feel...inadequate."

Senketsu reaches out and grabs one of the napkins out of its holder. He places it flat on the tabletop, then draws a claw against the paper, one end to the other, cutting it in half with ease.

But then he tries to pry the layers of the napkin apart with the very same claws, and it proves to be a much more difficult task.

"...It's pretty helpful at work, since it takes quite a bit of effort to get my fingers through the handle of a pair of shears. But when it comes to sorting through paperwork, I'm useless. It makes taking stock far more difficult than it should be."

"Hm- yes, very useful. You should consider learning to tailor as well with claws like that." Watches, interested. His eyes move up again, taking in the form. It's a good amount to take in- considering this ...man, was a rather improper female garment before.

"What about human properties. Do you sleep, eat, defecate? Is anything necessary to keep you alive? Or do you still consume human blood? That will most likely be an issue, Senketsu." Though he trusts you not to just take blood from people. Still, a living, moving, hotblooded being now like him? He needs something to live off of for energy, right? How else would he stay energized?

A coin?

Senketsu stares at the object curiously. This is far too early to accept any kind of payment, so what in the world--

Oh. Interesting.

"A man who leaves things to chance, are you?" he asks with a grin as he fetches a nearby ladder to retrieve the bolt off of its perch, lifting it without much trouble at all despite its size. He returns to Harvey's side with it.

"It's angora, if I remember correctly."

Senketsu abruptly chokes on air when the sudden flurry of personal questions start coming at him.

"It's, uh."

Where does he even begin.

"...Easiest to think of it as I haven't changed at all. I'm still solid Life Fiber, without organs. I tried eating human food before, but the results of that have turned me off from trying again."

He holds up his mug.

"So far liquids are the only thing I can ingest, but blood is still my only food. I drink hot water to keep myself warm, in the absence of a human body inside of me."

"Hm- so how do you plan on retaining your vigor? Will other animal blood work besides human?" A pause.

"Warmth?" That- powers him? Though Gamagori supposes, humans are heated right, hot blooded, is it similar? He doesn't know the inner workings of the body to know yes, we burn food to make eat, very quickly as mammals, but still, just hot water powering him seems- strange.

"How long will hot water last or is it really all that is necessary?"

A pause then-

"If blood is still necessary for your survival-" Puts a hand to his chest and bows his head.

"My flesh is your flesh- I have bled for my comrades and will continue to do so." Plus the idea of being- bite- sounds a little nice. Some pain with a purpose, he can behind that.

Senketsu winces at the thought. "Ech, no. I'd rather starve than feed from an animal." Which, when you consider how Senketsu acts when starved, is saying something.

"No...it's just a temporary comfort." A sigh.

His expression drops when Ira makes his overly humble proposition. It's not so much the manner in which he offers, but the fact that it came out of technically nowhere--without a prompt, a suggestion, or the circumstance forcing itself upon them.

But then he smiles.

"I'm honored, mister Gamagoori. I'll keep that in mind."

For now, the image of Scourge Regalia evades Senketsu's consideration.

"I see- well it was merely an idea. I'm not familiar with how it works."

"A temporary comfort, then how do you stay alive?" Alien or not he- is a living thing- right?" This does rather confuse him, it's just a basic- rule of things, and he always assumed Senketsu and his kin or those close to, still needed to feed of others to some degree. Especially with his body like that now.

A nod, smiling back.

"Thank you. I wouldn't want you to be weak in a time of need, Senketsu. Now that you're here, let's keep you safe."

He looks at the coin again a little more tensely, considering that question -- he shouldn't, of course, but the fact is old habits die hard. Even habits he barely even thinks of as habits.

"Sometimes," he mutters, pressing his lips together and looking anxiously after the fabric Senketsu fetches for him. His posture relaxes somewhat as he reaches over to feel it, pressing his palm down flat against it while he pockets his coin surreptitiously.

"It's nice," he adds. "But is it expensive?"

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When I close my eyes, I am at the center of the sun

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MORNING; TUESDAY (22nd).

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cafe!! lemme know if i need to change anything

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