Casey loves his workroom. While he has a full-time staff, he likes to get his hands into the work. He walks through, looking at the mannequins, which still don't quite have the clothes draping as well as they do on a woman. He fixes a button that's come undone here, a scarf that's fallen down there. It's familiar, comforting, just what he needs. He makes his way slowly to his office - if the chaos of the room deserves that name. It's organized, true, but even he has moments he can't find what he's looking for in the time frame he's given himself - which is not always immediately.
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