Re: 1x1 Roleplay Art_Dancer and Tigermeow

[Tigme]

"N-no, we're just friends!" Ikgrir's face turned bright red, "J-just friends!" he couldn't think of why anyone might think they were anything more than that.

Connor was close to locking the door when he saw Eris coming towards the shop. He had almost forgotten about the interview, but at least now he knew she was serious. He opened the door to let her walk in so they could begin the interview.

[art_dancer]

"Oh, I apologize," Aaron said, seeing Ikgrir was clearly embarrassed by his assumption. "Just the way she was waiting for you, and how upset she seemed when you were dissapointed with her idea of stealing, I just thought you two were a couple."

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"Hello again," I say to him with a smile, entering the building. I didn't know what kinds of questions he would be asking, but I wasn't worried. I could make up a lie for pretty much anything and make it sound truthful.

[Tigme]

"N-no, I just made her promise not to steal anything." Ikgrir shook his head. He glanced back at the pastries in the oven, they weren't finished quite yet. He hoped they'd be done soon. He didn't even know if they would end up alright, and the anticipation was killing him.

"Right this way to the back." Connor said, leading Eris behind the front desk. There was a small desk set up with a setup for sewing as well as a wall of fabrics and other sewing materials, "The first part of this interview will be done questions, so do take a seat." he motioned to a chair on the other side of the desk.

[art_dancer]

"I see... well, if you did ever like her as more than a friend, I just thought you should know to not let the fact that you're a magical creature get in the way of dating a human. We are just as great as any other dragon, witch, or fairy," he said, just listing a few other creatures.

I knew when he said first part, that meant the second part would probably be demonstrating my skills. I hadn't practiced in a while, but hopefully it would come back to me easily. Nodding, I sit down in the seat, looking over at him with a smile, ready for questions.

[Tigme]

Ikgrir wasn't quite sure whether or not to tell Aaron that Eris was actually a pixie. She did look quite a bit like a human at that size, and she had been trying to keep it a secret. His face turned even redder as he continued to talk. Sure she was beautiful, but they weren't even really friends, only two people caught up in the same bad situation. Although he still didn't regret keeping her a secret despite the consequences that it led to.

(To make it quicker, I'm just gonna have him ask a bunch of questions at once, and we can just imagine each was asked separately.)

"Well, let's start off with the basics." Connor sat down at the desk, and took out a piece of paper and a writing utensil, "What is your name and age? What is your experience in tailoring? How would you rate your skills?" he asked multiple questions to understand if Eris would be right for the job.

[art_dancer]

Deciding to change the subject as Ikgrir looked uncomfortable, Aaron said, "the pastries should be done. How about you grab them out and bring them over so I can try them?" The baker wasn't trying to embarrass the dragon, he was only trying to give his advice on the topic.

"My name is Eris and I'm seventeen. I studied under an experienced tailor for several years as a child, though I've never actually worked as a tailor. I'd rate my skills at a six out of ten, since I haven't practiced in a while," I tell him, actually telling the truth since I had learned my tailoring skills from my visits to the village.

[Tigme]

"Okay." Ikgrir turned back to the oven, glad that there was a distraction from the conversation. He took the hot tray out of the oven, and placed it on the counter. To him at least, they looked delicious, and he hoped they would be just as good when cooled.

As Eris spoke, Connor wrote what she had said onto the paper, "And what about with your communication and customer service skills? How well can you manage under pressure and time constraints?" he continued with the questions.

[art_dancer]

Aaron watched as Ikgrir took the pastries out of the oven. He hoped they were as good as they looked, it had been a while since he had help around. He could really use an extra pair of hands. After waiting a few minutes, the baker asked, "shall we try them?"

"Oh, I'm great with costumers. I love people." Well, that almost sounded believeable. Usually, I was a great liar, but he already saw how I was with the other customer. Trying to hide my lie, I tell him, "I'm a fast worker. Just give me a deadline and I can get it done."

[Tigme]

Ikgrir was nervous about how they would taste. Sure, they did look good, but so did many things that could still leave a foul taste in your mouth. He carefully picked up one of the pastries, and handed it to Aaron. He wasn't too sure whether to take one for himself, so he decided to wait to have one.

Finishing his notes, Connor put down his writing but utensil, "Alright, and now for the second part. He stepped away from the desk, and walked to a closet. Pulling out a somewhat small, yet fancy dress, he brought it over to Eris, "Now, I was given this dress to fix a small tear near the bottom." placing it down onto the table, he showed her the six inch rip right near the bottom, "Other than selling materials, this would be the majority of what you would so here. It's somewhat rare that we are asked to tailor entire outfits, so small jobs to fix outfits are our primary jobs. Think you could fix it?"

(It doesn't have to be in any regards, but wouldn't it be funny I'd that dress was the same one that Eris sold?)

[art_dancer]

Honestly, Aaron would have given Ikgrir the job is the pastries had potential. He was able to follow a recipe and that was all he needed, anything else Aaron could teach him. However, when he took a bite of it, it tasted much better than he had expected, and he smiled a bit. "Go ahead and try it, tell me how you think you did."

I watch as he gets up to pull out a fancy dress. I was actually a bit surprised, it looked like a dress a royal would wear, a dress that I would have to wear, before all this happened of course. Maybe this tailor shop was better than I thought if they were getting jobs from royal families. It didn't seem too bad, something I could probably just sew together with some needle and similar color thread. "Yes, I could fix that," I tell him, knowing I didn't have much of a choice if I wanted this job.

(( Yeah, that would be pretty funny ))