Öde certainly brought up an interesting problem. Not one I can say that I’ve ever heard anyone having before. Was it something in the water here in Helovia? If so, I had quite a lot to thank d’Artagnan for. “Hmm.. maybe the fleece with some plant fibres mixed in? We… well, you’ll want it to be soft while ensuring that it wouldn’t get too sweaty.” There’s a faint smile on my face as I talk about this because, while I took my job seriously, this was all rather fascinating in a rather humourous way.
As if I would make some itchy, second-class jock-strap for this fine fellow. Of course I’m envious - but although I don’t know his burden from experience I can understand how it would grow to be uncomfortable. Briefly I wonder if I was to ever get such severe chafing if my normally sweet skin would turn sour? Perhaps with a hint of cinnamon? I really don’t know and it was just one of those things where it’s probably better if I don’t know.
Erebos doesn’t flinch from the topic at hand and I look over to him with an appreciative smile as he brought up the trouble of how to keep it on one place. Now that certainly was a problem. “It’ll be tricky, the straps especially. The sling itself won’t be an issue but where to wrap it so that it won’t be too cumbersome.” My green eyes turn back to Öde and I take him in, more than just that part because I’m trying to figure out the slight problem that we’re faced with right now. I can make it, but only if I know how to shape it.
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