Progression

OOC - So yeah, I know I'm a piece of shit, so I'll try to post more often. Sorry if the quality is getting worse >.<

Gularzob narrowed his eyes as Artem stepped away after a second of looking up at him with a lost expression. Feeling his lip snarl up in disgust, he shook his head and moved quickly to the back of the work area. He needed to get away from the human, for he could feel his patience with the man pushing the edges of its envelope far harder than it had been before. The more careless comments he made and the more he doubted Gular's intentions, the more the orc wanted to rip his head off and use it as a soup bowl. Going to the back wall, he opened a door and walked into a small washroom that had a basin that sat above a stove. Stoking the fire inside the stove to a low burn, he stuck his hand in the fresh water he had placed in the basin during his preparation stage. The water was at a comfortable level, slightly warmer than body temperature so that it would not be as much of a shock to whoever stepped into it. There was also a bar of soap sitting on the rim of the basin to allow the user to actually bathe and not just rinse off. With his final stages of preparation complete, he returned to the shop's counter and stood beside Isai as the man finished up his work.

Lars smiled as Artem bowed and apologized in the softest voice that he had heard the man use all day, or at least as long as he had seen him. Making a lifting gesture with his hand, Lars spoke in a gentle voice, much like that of a comforting mother, "No worries, young one. You have not seen all that life has to offer, but I believe after a day with Isai and myself, we will have you set up to live a long and healthy life." Looking over at Winifred as the fairy spoke, Lars brought a hand up to his mouth and let out a quiet giggle not dissimilar to that of a school girl hearing a juicy rumor, "Oh Winifred, you haven't the beginning of an idea. If you think your false union is strange, wait until you have to design the wedding attire for a Dwarven surlendemain and a Giant. That is a strange union, and Isai can tell you. He had to be the one to interrupt their second day of copulation in order to get the proper tax forms completed so that he could get his promotion." The last of his statement was broken up between heavy laughs as he bent over slightly, his features creasing delicately into the mask of perfect humor, much in contrast to the scowl that he received from the other male as he looked up from the parchment with the intent to silence the eunuch.

Catching his breath, Lars brought his hands up to his face to wipe humored tears away before letting out a shaky breath that threatened to allow more laughter through it. Finding his composure, he fanned his face off and blinked rapidly before looking back down to the two before him and speaking, "Well, I want you both to wash, separately of course. But, before you can do any of that, I need to take a few measurements. So, if you will lease separate and step away from each other so that I can measure, that's be grand." Sweeping his hands back before pushing them forward, he brought two changing shelters from the tote, popping them up away from each other. They were three-sided squares that stood six foot tall and were walled by a thick canvas to not allow any peaking. Gesturing towards them as an unspoken command to get inside one, he made his way to the one closest to Winifred and spoke, "Alright Honey, get undressed. I don't want your current...garb to interfere with my measuring. Nobles have formfitting clothes, for we have nothing to fear should someone see us."