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Clive was in the bar, in a booth, bobbling his head along to whatever it was he was listening to, doing more piecework, though this one was at least turning into something that sort of resembled clothes.

He was keeping an eye out for anyone who may have seen the notice, as well as anyone who'd already signed up.

Go talk to him, join in his craziness.

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Tristran, in the middle of his own drink, looks up and sees Clive.

Then he sees Clive with some...strange collection of fabric in his hands.

He has no idea what it is and so frowns in confusion, but he doesn't say anything. Yet.

Clive was oblivious. He was good at being oblivious really.

He did blink up finally, getting the heebie jeebie feeling of someone watching.

It took him a moment to spot Tristran, then he arched both brows slightly, head tilting, looking for all the world like some sort of courious starling.

[ooc: ...and sorry for not replying to you afterward--I was sleeping. :3]

Tristran blinks, then waves slightly. All this in silence. Then after a moment, he clears his throat and asks, "...Er...if I may ask, what exactly...is that?" He is pointing to the bundle of fabric in Clive's hands.

Clive blinked, popping the headphones out, "Er, it's going to be a pair of pants." He wasn't used to that question really, though at this point he probably should have been.

"Oh." Simply said, and all Tristran can say at the moment as he looks at it from where he's sitting. "It's interesting."

[ooc: haha, true enough.]

Clive grinned, "It's for the fashion show." He wasn't sure who was going to get them yet, or even what they'd look like when he was finished with them, he was more or less making them up as he went along.

Tristran frowns. "Fashion show?"

What's that? he wonders. This, coming from a boy dressed in a horrid combination of slightly rugged, somewhat primative reddish-brown pants and shirt.

He nodded, oblivious to the fact that Tristran had no idea what it was, "Yeah, I'm doing the clothes for one in a couple weeks. Proably have it out by the lake if the weather's nice, have it inside if it's not."

Still confused, Tristran nods anyway. "And what exactly is a...fashion show for?"

Clive blinked, then again, "To show off fashion. Clothes and stuff."

"Show off fashion?" Tristran repeats. He frowns again. "What for? Clothes are clothes, aren't they?"

He vaguely recalls that Victoria (oh, how he misses his beloved) and her group of friends dressed up much more elaborately for certain occasions than others and he wonders if this is a similar case. He never really cared too much, either way.

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