We Sons Of Daley [Manhattan Blues]

Take off pants and strut. You're sexy and you know it.

What! What!? What.

> Embarrassed tsundere bullshit.

"Now come on I am not about to take off my shirt just because you're telling me to." You cross your arms and look for something to lean against within a step's distance. Not noticing any, you decide to instead stand there. With class.

"Well, of course you're not." Alice smirks, and the needle and the thread adjust the weave and patterns of your DUSTER.

"Good to hear."

"I meant your pants."

WHAT!?

"You said that out loud, you know," Alice says, the picture of composure, even behind her obvious smirk. "besides, I know you have a spare in your pack."

Oh. Right. You get your spare uniform and toss them to her. Not surprisingly, after a couple of weeks of hard travel and the lack of quality of such items, some of the seams have started to come out. Really, the highest quality items you have are the DUSTER and the GUNS, and that's because Chicago can't AFFORD to cut corners. After all, the more people they can equip, the better they can UNIFY THE COUNTRY.

... That sounded CYNICAL.

What's strange about the thread?

That it's powder blue at all! That's not any dye you're aware of. It's almst like someone took indigo and deliberately bleached it, but it's much stronger than you'd expect from such a treatment.

Wait.

The next two days are filled with a surprising lack of excitement; even the brain rats and wolves appear to have decided you're too much trouble to eat, and Alice still isn't giving your DUSTER back. You bother her with a lot of questions about SEWING and FORGING, and thus gain a SECONDARY BONUS to the CRAFT skill.

At the start of the third day, someone seems to be approaching your HIDEOUT. On a closer look, he's alone. He's not unarmed, but he doesn't have a rifle- it's only a sidearm.

He's wearing the colors of one of those patrols. A quick check on Area Scanning and Sense Feelings doesn't turn up anyone else.

>_