<Uh... about that...> Lapine rubs the back of her head slightly with a grin. <...the uh, tailor in question works normal business hours; we're going to have to kill about... five hours before we can go to her. She has Leon's and my measures, but she'll need to take both of yours though...><br/><br/>She thought a bit though...<br/><br/><Weee... could get dressed and go buy the replica guns and tactical gear though?> she suggested, considering most places you could get guns - real or otherwise - at about any hour of the day. <Ooor... we could do lewd things to each other? I'd only be bottoming tho for the moment; my dick hurts a bit...>