Well I don’t get hurt very often, mostly by my own slip of the hand, needle stabs, but those heal quickly, and all I really have to do is put a band aid on it… But I guess I could male deals with that, just in case something does happen to me, or Hannah.

Nice name. *I say sincerely, giving her hand a shake.* If you ever need clothing, or just a little stuffed friend, I’m usually wandering about the wasteland, I take all forms of payment, old coins, other clothes in trade, food, water. The usual.

I will remember that, erm…..uh…. I’m called Tailor by the way. *I hold out my non needle hand.*

You’re welcome, it is my area of work after all. *I keep my smile as I sew up the rip, reaching the final stitch, holding the needle out as I reach into my pocket to pull out a small pair of scissors to detach it from the sleeve, using my fingers to make sure it is all good, the stitches hardly visible unless you look very closely* There you go, what do you think? *I question, looking up at you*

Well that’s an easy fix. *I smile behind my mask, slipping a black gloved hand from under my long sleeve, already holding a needle, my other hand digging into a pocket for thread, long, slender fingers, great for intricate work, eyeing the thread through the needle before gently reaching forward to take her arm, looking at the tear, starting to sew it up* Yes, it would be a shame for something like this to hinder ones movements, and escape attempts from those beasts.

*I let out a startled gasp, holding my chest and leaning back against my cart when I see it is just a human* Ah, sorry, sorry, you startled me… I didn’t expect to see anyone out here. Uhh, a repair? Depends on the size, if it’s nothing but a simple tear, I don’t charge a thing.

Hahahaha, don’t do that. If they pick on you, just ignore them, I know it’s hard because they’ll get in your face, say mean things, try and push buttons. But in the end they are just jerks with big words… There are people out there, many people out there who will accept you for who you are, the challenge is finding them. But that’s all part of life right? To find things?

We are all born how we are meant to be born…and we must live with that. We… who are different, and get picked on turn out to be the most golden hearted of the bunch.

I wish you luck… school is always the hardest thing, especially middle and high school. With gym… I… I was put into the girls, but I always dressed in a separate room… You see when I was in school I identified more as a female than a male… It was kind of tricky… keeping my secret… so I just told people that I was shy… 

Don’t be scared. Just be yourself~ And everything will always work out, I wish I knew that back then…

It is fine… as long as you can bring me at least some business and possible materials to work with, I am fine. Go ahead, take the giraffe and shirt. *I smile behind my mask* Not many people have things these days anyway.

Well I have had no one approach and offer blood and… a killing contract of all things, to me for my wares… I am not sure if you are joking or actually being serious… *I pick up the giraffe to give it a slight hug before handing it over, as is my ‘tradition’ when I sell off one of the stuffed things.*