My Friend Wants To Join A Motorcycle Gang

Within the tailor's room, Mimosa was deep in work.

Bright lights lit overhead--not Voidlight, but plain white--revealed the true colors of the cloth hung over tables and on the loom. Little birds were flitting to and fro, bringing threaded needles and sheafs of cloth here and there.

Mimosa held the Kooru leather--neatly stitched into a fashionable jacket, complete with metal studs--high. They looked to the door, and blinked, smiling. "Just in time! The leather was cured yesterday. It was just enough--well, almost. I added a little padding," they said. "The dye on kooru coat will be interesting! The stripes might still show through, dimly, so I kept the blue to the outside--it was purple you wanted, yes?"

They made their way forward, taking the bit of tinsel--the Rainbow Titanium dye was for Hunter's hair so they didn't touch that. It was unrelated to this jacket.

The tinsel, though--this they held up, examining it with a critical eye. "It... it's unusual, but it should do," they mused. This piece was handed off to the mice, who rapidly chewed it into a thousand tiny pieces--and this was then mixed into the rich, dark purple dye Mimosa had so carefully prepared. "Hunter did come by. We have the fitting all sorted out, and I think you were right! Stars on purple will do nicely. He gave me his preference for the shade."

"Right-... This process--dying the leather, cleaning the studs--it'll take some time. And those studs needed polish! But I think if you come back tomorrow--it'll all be done." They beamed brightly.