The-Slender-Family

Alana flinched as a sowing needle pricked her hip and jerked her head in the direction of her assailant. “Stop poking me!” “I wouldn't have to keep poking you if you'd just stay still.” Trenderman, or simply Trender as he seemed to prefer, responded matter-o-factly. If not a little exasperatedly. Pulling back his hand, the fashion diva removed the needle from the skirt only to push it through another seam; all without acknowledging the glare he knew he was receiving. “I am staying still.” Alana growled, contrarily twitching as she looked down distrustingly to his hand before back to his face. Or where one should be anyways. “I only keep moving because you keep poking me.” “I am doing no such thing. And no you are not. If you want to stop getting poked then just stay still.” If it didn't risk ruining the outfit he'd have likely held her in place by force. As it was he already had half a mind to do so anyways but he was particularly pleased with this skirt. So he settled for