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[Steve's voice sounds clear and well rehearsed as he speaks into his bracelet, as if he had actually planned the speech before hand to avoid stumbling on his words. Which...he'll never admit to.]

This may sound strange, but I was wondering if anyone is at all skilled in sewing. I have something that needs patching up, but the damage is more than I'm able to fix myself. I would really appreciate it if someone would help me out. I'm willing to pay for the work, of course.

[This is a task he's been putting off, but as things move closer and closer to total warfare, he figures now is as good a time as any to have his uniform patched up.]

...If anyone has any tips on getting out blood stains, that would help a lot as well.

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Yeah, alright. I would really appreciate the help. I'll stop by soon and you can see if it's salvageable.

Works for me. It's in the 'Everyday Sunshine building', pretty obvious how t' get there... I'm gonna be here for a bit, so whenever's good.

I need to see about these stains first and then I'll be over.

Yeah, sure. Might take a bit to get 'em out, but whatever - ain't goin' anywhere for a bit, got some stuff t' work on. So... whenever, or gimme a call. Or, uh, somethin'.

You got it.

[It does take a couple of hours of scrubbing and using different methods and more scrubbing before Steve is pleased enough with the result to hand his uniform over to someone else. After giving it some time to dry he folds it up and tucks it under his arm. Using the bracelet's map he navigates his way to the building the man had mentioned and goes inside.]

Hello?

[Things are quiet at the moment: present, though, is a slightly punkish looking young man in glasses and a leather jacket who's put his feet up on a table in front of him -

- as he casually works on an ornate crocheted doll, so similar to the dozens of others on display at the stall.

He looks up, puts his feet down, waves.]

Hey. Welcome.

Hi.

[Steve crosses the threshold, closing the door behind him, and walks up to the table. Taking his uniform out from under his arm, he sets it down on the part of the table not occupied with the young man's feet.]

I'm here about my uniform. I was able to get the stains out pretty well.

[Ah, good. Kanji doesn't have to keep the place running any later. He nods and leans forward to see-]

You're the guy I was talkin' to? Cool. Let's have a look...

That's me.

[He unfolds his uniform, laying it across the table so he can get a better look. There's a large gash across the red and white stripes, which would cover Steve's stomach were he wearing it. There are multiple tiny tears along the pants of the uniform.]

[Okay, this is an interesting bit of kit. Kanji raises an eyebrow for a moment - but then he's all business, carefully reaching in to look more closely.]

Damn, man, what did this?

...Gun shots mostly. [He looks away, suddenly feeling very uncomfortable.]

[Oops. Put his foot in it there. Kanji coughs a bit, glances aside-]

Yeah. Okay. I can, uh, see how that'd work.

[More looking at how bad the fraying is, how much work he'll have to do-]

...It's doable. Might want t' put a patch on the back of that big one but it shouldn't really show unless you're really lookin' closely: I can get an exact match on the colours 'n materials. Drawing life 'n all.

[He relaxes a bit once he realizes he's not going to be questioned about it any further.]

Great. Do whatever you think is best. [He knows it won't be perfect, that's not what he's looking for. Right now he'd settle on wearable.]

How much do you think it'll cost to fix?

Lemme think about this...

[He grabs a notebook, scribbles a couple of figures, curses his bad mathematical abilities, and eventually quotes a figure that's fairly cheap as these things go.]

Sound fair to you?

[Steve considers the amount for a moment and deems it fair. It's actually a little cheaper than he'd been expecting so how can he refuse?]

Absolutely. Do you want me to pay now or once you're finished?

Eh, give me the cash later. It's no problem. [He shrugs - not like he's worrying about paying the rent.]

Ain't seen an outfit like this before...?

Alright. I'll bring the money when I come to pick it up then.

That's not surprising. It was made special for me.

Huh. I'll give it the care it deserves, don't worry.

I don't doubt that. [He grins.]

Do you have an estimate on how long it'll take? Or do you just want to send me a message over the bracelet when it's ready?

Huh... [Peering at the job ahead-] I'd best just give ya a call when it's done.

Fair enough. [With all of those details sorted out he best leave and let the guy get back to work.]

I'll just go and let you get started. Thanks again. [He heads towards the door.]

No problem.

[And he'll give a wave as Steve heads out. Hmm, best way to tackle this...]

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