[L's already had a tumultuous month. He and his Bonded have an interesting relationship, to say the least; not only is the SQUIP a witch, like him, making their Bond inherently volatile, but there are unique conflicts and bizarre dynamics at play. The power dynamics alone can be astonishing, as well as their violent and extreme shifts, and for the time being, the SQUIP is the one they've both agreed needs to take the wheel.
Back in L's world, he was a master detective whose daily needs were managed by a handler. In the SQUIP's world, its entire purpose was helping one particular individual achieve his goals. The last time L came into this store, he required a fair amount of guidance, and the reason he's returned is because Caren provided that guidance, with what passes for consideration and compassion to L. But this time, he's got some clearer objectives in mind, and he faces the manticore with straighter posture, clearer eyes, hair that's still messy but artfully styled that way, as opposed to literal bedhead.]
Hello, Caren, how are you? It's been a little while.
[Maybe there's something just a little rote about it, as though he's reading a script, but for the most part it seems earnest. He's trying.]
I need three shirts and two pairs of pants... a double-breasted wool jacket, preferably in a charcoal grey color, and an assortment of ties in a color palette that is complementary to a true winter season. I need a heavier overcoat that matches what you predict the trends might be for Geardagas in the coming months, and a pair of professional black shoes with silver accents. Silver cufflinks, as well... and a sharp and assertive hat.
III. Mend and Create
Back in L's world, he was a master detective whose daily needs were managed by a handler. In the SQUIP's world, its entire purpose was helping one particular individual achieve his goals. The last time L came into this store, he required a fair amount of guidance, and the reason he's returned is because Caren provided that guidance, with what passes for consideration and compassion to L. But this time, he's got some clearer objectives in mind, and he faces the manticore with straighter posture, clearer eyes, hair that's still messy but artfully styled that way, as opposed to literal bedhead.]
Hello, Caren, how are you? It's been a little while.
[Maybe there's something just a little rote about it, as though he's reading a script, but for the most part it seems earnest. He's trying.]
I need three shirts and two pairs of pants... a double-breasted wool jacket, preferably in a charcoal grey color, and an assortment of ties in a color palette that is complementary to a true winter season. I need a heavier overcoat that matches what you predict the trends might be for Geardagas in the coming months, and a pair of professional black shoes with silver accents. Silver cufflinks, as well... and a sharp and assertive hat.