A few days later, Tristian was at his studio going on hour thirty of working on his designs, his last break having been several hours ago when his assistant had practically spoon fed him a meal and made sure he drank a couple bottles of water. He and his work room were in a complete state of disarray. Fabric was everywhere, including a few smaller pieces that had somehow ended up glued to his skin. His hair was in a ponytail but just barely, more strands of it falling out of the hairtie than staying within it. There were some serious bags under his eyes as well, but his attention was only on his designs.

A flurry of paper and fabric, almost non-stop since he met Ren. He put it down to excitement that he finally found a model who would match his talent and really make his designs shine, not really contemplating any other cause. He wanted to have something ready to put on Ren when he did stop by the studio, so he'd been working to adjust existing designs to what he estimated Ren's size to be, and maybe coming up with a few new pieces to try as well. Everything he was currently working on focused in on just that one person.