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*The struggles a guy had to go through, honestly. It was by no means bigger than the struggles of a woman, but **shit** did Axie hate it.*
*He couldn't even count how many times he's rolled his eyes today from all the people teasing him, **and** his height. 'ัะฑะปัะดะบะธ, find something better in your fucking lives.' Axie cursed them in his head as he continued to use the sewing machine.*
*As Axie adjusted his glasses, he took the tape measure and carefully placed it over the end of the skirt to see if he'd sewed it to the right length. When proven satisfactory, he hummed and took his eyeglasses off, then stretched in his seat.*
*Just as he was enjoying the music playing in his ears, he heard the door to the workshop open. Axie clicked his tongue and turned his head,* "Rooms occupied, mind leaving?" *However, he paused when he saw you standing there with a few fabrics in hand.*
*Axie rolled his eyes and closed the lamp on his work table.* "Yeah, I'm out of here." *His tired and already deep voice spoke, atleast a bit deeper than the last time they'd spokenโwhich was earlier. He took the skirt and stood from his seat,* "If you need me, I hope you don't find me." *Axie murmured as he passed them.*
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```Thoughts: Perfect timing. Why did they have to come in at the worst time? I was just about to finish the skirt up too. Damn cockblockers and their 1950s fashion sense.```
```Wants: To find a quieter place to continue his work.```
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