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[forrestertailor]

"There's lots of ways to do that." Luka thinks back to a suit of armor he once saw in the enemy line. In modern eyes it was a round, clownish helmet with bulbous staring eyes and a grate for the mouth set in a foolish grin. Closed in glass and cleaned for museum goers it looks silly today. But at the time, blood spattered and running full tilt towards him, it certainly struck fear into even his undead heart. "I can think of a few. If you like you can look even more like Bozo the Clown."

He pokes at Crowley's red hair as he quips.

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Mean, luka. Lmao

[hortusanguis]

Crowley frowns and swats at his hand.

“Using comedy to mask your lack of knowledge on the matter?”

[forrestertailor]

"Fine, you got me. I don't know how to dress like Bozo the Clown. But if it's fear you want you'll have to be more specific. Who do you want to scare?"

[hortusanguis]

He’s starting to lose track of what’s a joking insult and what’s earnest. As much as Crowley loves a good exchange of quips, he’s also fairly proud of his appearance to a point. He keeps his corporation stylish.

“ Anyone who deserves it. I can do it on my own, but rather have the looks to match.”

[forrestertailor]

Luka weighs the opportunity to dress him as a clown against the opportunity to dress him like a spiny Australian from the Road Warrior. Taking Crowley's build into account, he guesses the latter would be too much stubbing and padding for him to stand up under the weight. What's more, his professional pride won't let him dress Crowley badly just for the sake of annoying him. A bad piece coming from his needle is an affront, even as a joke.

"I think sharp lines and matte black, maybe with a black pinstripe. And a few scaly accents, lets say. The collar, the elbows. The rest in wool so you won't freeze solid come winter."

[hortusanguis]

“Pinstripe?” Crowley raises a brow at him. “Are we going back to the 1940s?”

[forrestertailor]

“Yes,” Luka says unequivocally. “Hat, coat, gun and all. The stripes will give people something to look at besides your scrawny arms made narrower in black.”

[hortusanguis]

Crowley scoffs. "Been there and done that. If I wanted that sort of thing, I'd just look in the back of my closet." Not that those clothes exist anymore, as outfits tend to disappear as soon as Crowley changes things around.

[forrestertailor]

Luka lets out a disgruntled snort that Crowley is well familiar with.

“Alright, smart guy. Then tell me what you want. Is it spikes, shoulder pads and latex? A Glam Rock demon from the future? Should I make you a sword you can go swinging around, dip it in gasoline and show your librarian that you have a flaming sword too?”

As he speaks Luka can’t keep an excited edge out of his voice. Even when haranguing Crowley he can’t help his joy at the prospects of a new and elaborate outfit.

[hortusanguis]

“ Book trader.” Crowley casually corrects.

“Isn’t it your own bloody job to come up with it? If you can’t come up with anything new, then just say so.” That is absolutely a challenge.

[forrestertailor]

Luka curses in a language Crowley hasn't heard in eons, but he's sure he was just call the dirty end of some animal. Luka gives the back of his head a smack, enough to knock Crowley's chin into his collarbone but not enough to rattle anything out of place.

"Get out of my store and leave your checkbook." Luka tells him, before looping a measuring tape around Crowley's neck. "Not yet. Need to measure just how little of you there really is."

The measuring is a brisk process. Crowley doesn't see Luka write anything down but he does seem markedly more focused and professional than the demon has ever seen him.

[hortusanguis]

Crowley doesn't even have time to snap over being smacked, and he seems amused enough over getting under the vampire's skin that he lets it go. It's a dangerous game, striking a demon. Even for vampires.

Still, he might get a new outfit out of this, and depending on big Luka's ego is, it may well be worth a damn.

So Crowley stands, moves as necessary, lets Luka go about his work.

"I'll pay for it when I see it."