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~RP~ (Where clothing is made)

Walking into the shop, Nicholas had to resist the urge to wrinkle his nose and roll his eyes. What a dreadfully stuffy place. Honestly how did people sit in these tiny shops for hours on end? Still he had to be here. Had to get his suit all made and tailored and what not for the wedding. Jesus. How dare it come upon him so quickly. Sure he'd known that he would one day marry Camelia. He'd known it since he was 17 and yet the fact that it was going to be happening in a few short weeks was nothing short of disgusting. I almost wish something would smite me before I have to spend the rest of my life with her.... But he couldn't afford to let that inner thought be portrayed. No. He had to let everyone think he was thrilled.

Leaning against the counter, Nicholas' eyes traveled the length of the room, frowning slightly. Where was the service? Did no one work here? After a few minutes he picked up a nearby hand bell and rang it to call attention to the fact that someone was here. Someone who wanted to be taken care of. Straightening his shirt and coat he knew that he no doubt looked presentable and handsome. He always looked good. Not to mention he was one hell of a actor. Smiling slightly he waited looking entirely at ease and patient as he waited for whomever worked here to come waltzing up to the desk and ask how they could help him.

Nicholas rose a brow at the girl. Oh yes she was pretty. But she was poor. No doubt a bit daft. Most likely had a pathetic little power too. She obviously wasn't really all that ambitious if she was stuck working at a place like this. Oh well. She would help him and that was the real importance, was it not? Smiling at her he leaned across the wooden counter and then gestured behind her over towards the rack of fabrics. "I need a suit. One for my wedding. Preferably something in like navy blue or midnight blue. I'll need it fitted and tailored and all of that." Pausing for a moment he looked around and then rose a brow, "Are you alone today? I can come back another day if this is all too much for you to handle. I'm sure you have other orders that need to be done."

Smiling at her in a sort of empathetic way he held out his hand to her for her to shake. "Nicholas Prior. And you?" Smiling at her with the sort of charm that only a noble of the highest regards would be able to pull off he had to admit she had nice hair. She was far prettier than Camelia in his eyes. Then again......his fiance's temper and attitude was enough to ruin any beauty she held. Sure she was pretty but her annoying-ness trounced her beauty for him. Since he wasn't quite married yet.....well it didn't hurt to open-endedly flirt a bit. Dismiss it as just being kind. Not to mention that no doubt this girl wouldn't care all that much to being praised or flirted with a bit.

Nicholas nodded at her comment about handling all of his needs. One might even propose she was being suggestive, if he hadn't been able to read on her face that she was most likely one of the most innocent kinds of people in the world. She probably was one of those sort of ignorant people. The kind that didn't really have any clue as to what was going on. Huh. So she may have been a bit dull. T'was to be expected among the village people. Having to work since they were old enough to walk. It was a wonder how they managed to still act happy. They couldn't really be happy now could they?

"Nicholas. I prefer Nicholas. Mr.Prior is my father." As for her assertion about midnight blue looking best? Well he had a feeling it would. Blue tended to look better against him. Made his hair look darker and his eyes look brighter. Perfect color and far more interesting than just drab old black. As for her asking for him to come around the counter he nodded and then stepped around the counter a slight frown almost tugging at his lips. Had he seen something with the curtain? No. It must've been his mind playing tricks on him. There was no way the curtain could've frozen. That would've been as though he had slipped up with his powers. Which was impossible. So unless this girl could somehow have a power a lot like his he doubted that the curtain actually froze. Rather it was a trick of the light.

Standing behind the counter he waited for Brooke to hold up the fabric and then looked around the shop as though assessing it for the first time. "Do you enjoy working here? It seems rather......stuffy. I do believe if I had to come here every day I would suffocate from the tediousness of it all. Miss Linnet? Do you bore of working here?" Not that he was offering her anything better. He just wanted to know her honest opinion and he figured that she would give it. After all she had no reason not to. It wasn't as though he would go find some other place to do his business. Everyone knew this place was the best. And didn't Nicholas deserve the best? So she had nothing to fear by giving him her honest opinion and that was all he wanted from her. An opinion.

[I blame you]

Looking at her with a curious expression,Nicholas chuckled and shook his head. Well now, wasn't this interesting? A seamstress who got all fired up and feisty over her job? Well at least it was refreshing. Different from what he was used to. Most importantly she was being honest. Which is why Nicholas held up his hands in an almost gesture of surrender. That was a lie though. Anyone who knew him would know that he was the kind of guy who never surrendered. Not a million years. In fact he was the kind of guy who would rather die than surrender. That was just him though. Smiling slightly at her, or at least one side of his mouth quirking up in a smirk he shrugged his shoulders.

"Why would I tell your boss? You're a fine seamstress. You're a respectful young lady, you provide interesting conversation. You're obviously skilled at your job and you give an honest opinion when someone requires it." Pausing he waited a moment to let his words sink in before continuing. "As far as I'm concerned those are important qualities to have in a person running a shop. Especially when she's running it by herself. Honesty is a valued virtue in my book....After all I would hate for someone to tell me I look good in something when I don't." As if. Nicholas could pull off anything if he wanted. He'd probably even be able to pull off a dress if he wanted to. That's just because he was a magnet for approval and the confidence he radiated ensured that people also like him. Nicholas had learned long ago that if you liked yourself, others would like you too.

"Now, Miss Linnet, you should learn to be a bit more assertive. People like assertive. Makes them realize you're someone to be respected and with honesty like that burning beneath your skin. You deserve to be respected." Smirking at her he rose a brow and then looked at the bolt of fabric she had pulled out and was still holding. "Anyway....Don't you need to set up some measurements against me? Find out my sizes? Or would you rather just use my clothes as an example? I'm fine with either." Oh yes. Giving her a choice. Either feel him up as she measured him.....or he could strip his clothes off for her and she could measure those. The manner in which he said it so casually only went farther to show how confident he was. Although part of him was glad the shop wasn't busy and small. It meant that a lot of people wouldn't be in here and he'd have privacy.

Surprisingly Nicholas enjoyed privacy. Almost as much as his younger brother, perhaps more so. Being in the spotlight all the time one might assume he was a fan of the attention and sure Nicholas did like the attention. It was good to have praise every now and then, but he loved his privacy even more. It was when he got his best work and thinking done. Besides when he was alone and away from the spotlight, that was the only time that he could relax and not have to worry about being perfect all the time. Of course that would all change soon. Once he was married....he'd have to be perfect 24/7. The perfect husband, the perfect adult, a model of the Noble Society. A model to citizens everywhere. All the while keeping up the front of being in love with Camilla.

Ahhh so she was confident. Just not confident enough to wield and wear her confidence as though it was the best thing there was. Chuckling slightly to himself he couldn't help but notice the way she flushed at his words. Was she that embarrassed? Certainly not? But noticing the way that her eyes hesitated on his chest as though she couldn't help but imagine him without clothes he couldn't keep the amusement out of his eyes. Then again she wasn't really looking at him at that time and instead her eyes were cast towards the ground in her own embarrassment. Shaking his head he walked over to the box and climbed up on it, standing as she had instructed. He'd done this a few times before but her nerves were no doubt making her depend on rules to keep from blushing.

"I like honesty. Almost as much as my dear brother." Shrugging his shoulders he looked at her and then watched as the tape froze in mid-air. Looking at it curiously he nodded. "So.....you either have a power just like mine with no idea how to control it. Or you have the power to what? Copy other powers? Or borrow them?" He had to admit he was quite curious now. After all....powers were theorized by some to be a representation of the person's personality. So if she had the power to copy other powers. What did that say about her personality? Was she indecisive in mindset? Hmmm either way he had to admit that he was curious. Did she borrow the powers or copy them? If he used his would it work right now?

As for the way that she was almost trembling and covering her face with her hair he shook his head. "You don't need to act so frightened. It's not as though I'm going to hand you over to the guard." Tittering his tongue at her he couldn't help but be curious as to why she was so afraid at the moment. She acted as though Nobles waltzed with executioners following them, their shoes bathed in the blood of those who dared to be an individual. It was a bit absurd in his mind and it made him actually want to be around Nobles. Peasants were annoying in that way. Always acting so beneath. They never treated Nobles like they would anyone else.....granted Nicholas didn't want to be treated like everyone else. But he didn't want people trembling before him. That was just plain old bothersome.

[there not my fault! See I shortened it!]

[Nope. Your fault. You make them longer and longer. I see how you try to blame me xD It's not gonna work hunnie! Not if you want my Manlies to keep entertaining you. Sometimes I feel like somesort of man god xD]

Nicholas raised a brow at her when she seemed to puff up in anger as though she was upset with him. Raising a brow he looked at her curiously, inspecting her appearance. She was quite the attractive little seamstress. But she was still just a peasant. Hmmm if she wasn't though.....well she was certainly more entertaining to be around than his lovely fiance. Thinking about Camilla he almost pulled a face but stopped himself at the last moment and then nodded. "Focus. It depends on focus. You focus on an object too quickly or entirely and the motion of that object stops."

Starting to shrug one shoulder he stopped at her next comment about not being afraid of him or the guard and then looked at her a bit sharply. "I don't want you to be afraid. And perhaps you should stop assuming things about people you don't know." He replied a bit sharp. After all she spoke of how he seemed so harsh and how he wasn't as 'perfectly proportioned' as he thought and then she stood there claiming that he was going to run off and tattle to her boss every time she slipped up a bit. It was a bit ridiculous and quite insulting and it definitely caused his bright eyes to harden a bit. If he had wanted to be judged he would've stayed at home or he would've talked to Nesley.

When she stepped up on her stool so that she was level with his chin he looked down at her slightly quirking a brow in her direction and a corner of his lips lifting in the smallest hint of a smirk. "I have to say though, Miss Linnet, that no matter how sharp your tongue is, or how speedy your assumptions are, you do have rather sweet smelling hair." Standing there it was what he could smell. "Like lilacs and old book pages." No doubt that last scent from time spent among the old fabrics and what not. But saying she smelt like old book pages was better than saying 'lilacs and oldness'. Besides the latter wasn't entirely unpleasant. Just a bit distinct. Rather like herself.

[See it is your fault. You admit it!}

Then again it wasn't as though she had been assuming without him doing the same. Although his were a little more fact based than just assuming that she would tattle on him or something else equally childish. She really was a seamstress and a peasant and well that wasn't really her fault but still. She was a peasant. And his assumptions on her personality were based on her actions. Based on Logic. Perhaps not all there was to her. But still fairly right. However he hadn't quite expected her power to be what it was. That power was interesting. Something one would expect a merchant to have not a tailor. "With the experience I have I don't have to envision or wish for anything. It just happens. When I started out yes....I had to envision the event happening. Or at least want it. No doubt you wanted the tape not to hit the ground....so it stopped."

Again, Nicholas found himself trying to avoid shrugging his shoulders. Was he always like this? Did he always want to shrug his shoulders so often? Hmmmm....Perhaps he'd ask Camellia or Nesley later. They would tell him the truth in a brutal way. But still the truth, and that was what was important. Looking over and pulling out of his thoughts he found that Brooke was staring up at him, or at least apologizing at him with her blue eyes looking up through blonde lashes in a way that managed to make her look somewhat like a fawn. It certainly caught him off guard a bit but not enough that he really reacted. Perhaps that was the noble in him, but maybe it was just Nicholas. Either way it would take more than that to get a reaction out of him.

"Nicholas," He reminded lightly as she called him Mr. Prior. Sure, Mr. Prior was formal and great and all that, but still. Whenever he heard Mr. Prior he was reminded of his father......or even of his brother when the occasional person would have the audacity to sneer the name...."that Mr. Prior". Sometimes even directed at himself. Odd as that was to him. He was a bit smug inwardly on how she grabbed his shoulder and flushed at his compliment. So I do have some effect on her....Well...this might be interesting. Interesting as in perhaps he might be able to do something more fun or at least more interesting than just tailoring for his wedding day.

"Thank you." Huh. Odd. Thank you. What funny words. Tasted so foreign coming from his lips. Sighing slightly he shook his head and then flexed his shoulders, stiff of the standing position. "Not ticklish. Feel free to let your hands roam all over." Nicholas wasn't really self conscious. Didn't really exist in his book. In fact everything about him was all about confidence. So the idea of a girl touching him to get his measurements or for other reasons? Well he didn't mind. So long as he permitted it first of course. Yes....Nicholas was indeed quite the control freak.

[Everyone loves Nicholas *arrogant prick that he is* xD Length is totes your fault though.]

"See, I could call you Brooke, but using the term Miss Linnet gives you the respect you deserve as a lady. Brooke merely makes it appear you are my equal or my less, as a lady you will always be the better of any male." Sure Nicholas was an arrogant jerk who thought he was better than most things on the planet. But he also had manners. Being the Noble he was his mother had drilled manners into his very molecules. So he would always think that a lady was worth more than him. Unless that lady happened to be a devil faring with in disguise like Camelia was. Still he respected Camelia.....just didn't think her to be better than himself.

Seeing her flush again at his comment he shook his head, "Oh no. I'm not thirsty nor am I hot enough to require a drink to cool down. Do you feel warm, Miss Linnet?" He smiled slightly as though genuinely worried about her and her health. Of course he didn't want her to drop dead but he knew that the color that had crept up her neck and now stained her cheeks was not a color that resulted from heat. But a blush that resulted from embarrassment and nerves. No doubt she felt a little lost for words with his shameless flirting. "As for side-effects.....If I use it too often in a day I become tired, a bit nauseated, and there are usually headaches and strange joint aches. Hopefully you won't suffer any of those effects. I would hate to see you suffer from my ability." His smile faded a bit then, as though he would genuinely hate for her to feel any sort of illness due to his own power.

Watching her curiously as she measured his chest and torso he couldn't help but notice that she seemed trying very hard to remain businesslike. After all her jaw was clenched and her eyes were squinting slightly with determination, her brows a bit furrowed. Not to mention that she was blinking rather quickly and biting her lip. Breathing steadily, Nicholas found it more than a little curious and entertaining that she should get so nervous and flustered because of his minor flirting and simply having to in all other words feel him up. Since she was close enough that her mutterings had been heard he smiled a bit, "And I don't mean to be so suggestive, I suppose it's a result of being in the company of an exquisite beauty. Pardon me for making you feel uncomfortable, Miss Linnet, It was not my intention."

[oh yes he is. He is very much a prick]

"Alright, I shall call you Brooke." He relented having a feeling that if he didn't this girl would prove to be just as stubborn as Camelia was. If not more so. And quite frankly he couldn't handle another stubborn girl in the world. Or at least one that got so stubborn on the silliest of things. Besides....Brooke was supposed to be a reprieve from having to deal with Camelia. That was after all why he was flirting with her. Because he was going to be married in a few weeks and then he would certainly be stuck. There would be no more flirting. As he would have to be a faithful husband. It was after all what was expected of him, and he always did what was expected. "No. Two times is not enough. The larger the items the harder it is. Curtains and tape will hardly make you pass out." Nicholas was pulled from his thoughts and inner contemplation, his inner dread, when she asked him about his ability some more and then at her comment about being stronger than she looked he smiled and then looked her up and down. Letting his eyes run over her slowly as if really wanting to test out that theory. Nodding he smiled, seeming satisfied, "Yes. I suppose you are stronger than you look."

Waiting patiently as Brooke continued to work with his measurements he couldn't help but wonder just what it was she did all day. Did she really just work all day long? Was that really all that she did in her life? Work and work and work? Surely not. Surely she had something else. A boyfriend or something. Even times spent with her suitor? Her betrothed? No? Huh. As for her objections he rose a brow and shook his head, "You are exquisite. I rarely ever tell a lie. And When I do lie it is because it is beneficial to the other party. Lying to you about your looks? How would that help you? It would merely destroy your confidence later. That is not my goal." Shaking his head he was about to continue onwards in his little speech when she suddenly pitched forward a bit and he reached out instinctively, one hand settling on her waist and the other on the crook of her elbow. Steadying her effectively his bright eyes looked over her face quickly as though searching for a wound of some sort before he spoke. "Are you alright? I think you might need to sit down a moment." However he made no move to lead her to a chair, nor did he make any move of letting go of her.

In fact Nicholas rather liked holding her like this, it brought several things all at once to his attention. Her hair while it may have been a bit wild and untamed, suited her. The wild locks actually framing her face quite nicely. The light colored lashes that decorated the exterior of her eyes were delicate and long with startling eyes that were looking up at him. Her eyes were a bright purple around the irises and seemed to bleed and mix in with the darker blue. In fact her eyes were quite breathtaking. Another thing he noticed was her waist. She was quite slender and delicate in her framing, even holding onto her elbow his hand felt large, then again he was quite a bit taller than her. It was only natural that he should be larger proportioned as well. While she was delicate in stature she wasn't weak. Even he could feel the muscles beneath her skin from work. Still it was like time had stopped in that moment he caught her and right now Nicholas was just waiting for her to break away.

Clearing his throat Nicholas had to remind himself to let go of her and then nodded. Letting go of her he cleared his throat once more and then looked at a clock hanging on the wall. Shaking his head he nodded in her direction, "I apologize for having to take my leave," Stepping off the box he took a few steps backwards moving towards the counter once more. Normally Nicholas wasn't the type to leave so suddenly, but when it came to a girl like this? Well he just couldn't bring himself to stick around. After all that had been weird. He'd felt trapped somehow....but he knew she hadn't used his ability. That was a different sort of trapped. No this was different. And he had a feeling that if he stayed around it would only get worse. So yeah....he was leaving. Leaving before this turned from a simple flirt to something more.

"Waist, 91 centimeters and 86 centimeters for leg length." Nodding he ran a hand through his hair and barely avoided from bumping into the counter with his back. Nodding in thanks to her he put more than enough money on the counter before turning and leaving the shop. The door slamming a bit behind him. Being out of the shop, the first thing Nicholas did was take a deep breath. Then looking around he made sure no one was around before heading back towards his house. He could only imagine the look on anyone's face had they seen Nicholas leave that shop looking so startled and disheveled. His entire walk home was spent recomposing himself.