Suit maketh man

The tailor, he didn’t like not going. But he felt like it was a waste of his time sometimes. Time that he could spend on his job. But well, he needed a few altercations to some old suits and two new suits as well. Suits were a thing he wore on the daily, so he needed a few new ones. While he was sitting at the breakfast table he was thinking it over for what kind of color he would go. But he had so many ideas, to be fair he wouldn’t be able to pick. Which was why he had asked Augustus to come with him yesterday. If anything the man had a good taste in clothing and he was good company to say the least. So they would meet at the tailor. For which he was almost running late now. Grabbing a croissant and getting up, making his way outside.

A little bit later he appeared in the street, slightly out of breath since he had made a run for it. To not be late. He still was, but well. ’Sorry, I lost track of time.’ A wide grin curled around his lips when he spotted the other. Shortly slapping him on the shoulder. ’Hopefully you weren’t waiting too long?’