[TOY] Plaything

[skinstealer]

POLKA DOT: I’m happy too.
POLKA DOT: And soon….
 

You lean in to give her a little kiss, which Cross happily returns.

POLKA DOT: You’ll be even happier.
POLKA DOT: The true you, right?
CROSSBONE: The true me.
 

The two of you soak in the glow of the moment, before the sound of a throat clearing snaps you out of it.

FEATHERWEIGHT: I hate to break up such a tender moment…
FEATHERWEIGHT: But I think there’s sewing to be done, yes?
 

The stork doesn’t sound upset at all, more…amused.

CROSSBONE: R-right, sorry!
CROSSBONE: …how…much did you hear?
FEATHERWEIGHT: Not much. Enough to know you needed it, but also enough to know that if I didn’t stop the two of you now, you’d likely end up canoodling the whole afternoon.
POLKA DOT: Heh….guilty as charged.
FEATHERWEIGHT: I’m no prude, but let’s save that for after hours, yeah?
 

Your face paints with blush at the idea of after hours with Cross, and from the look of it, so does hers. You detach from your now-girlfriend and head back to your station, startled as the tailor sits by your table.

FEATHERWEIGHT: You seem to know your hand with a machine.
FEATHERWEIGHT: What’s your history?
FEATHERWEIGHT: What do you like to make?
 

Oh, god, I’m getting grilled-

FEATHERWEIGHT: Where do your passions lie?