"Aha," Q spoke, in that particular way he sometimes spoke when in the mood, "You are no match for my wit, nor, I should think, my charm!"
Garak said, "And you are a singularly difficult customer to tailor for, I shall say." He smiled, at Q's narrowed eyes. "A compliment, I assure you."
"Well, that's well and good," Q said. He adjusted his new clothing, looking into the mirror and wondering at all the glitter. As far as he'd seen, that wasn't in fashion right now. But Garak was a very good tailor, in addition to all the other things he also was, and the rainbow pattern spoke to a part of Q that knew two things; 1) that he looked good in everything and 2) that he looked extra good in spite.
Ergo, this outfit suited him to a T.
Smiling, Q preened and straightened his back, and Garak stuck him with a needle. A small price to pay, all things told.
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a fic! (also on ao3)
"Aha," Q spoke, in that particular way he sometimes spoke when in the mood, "You are no match for my wit, nor, I should think, my charm!"
Garak said, "And you are a singularly difficult customer to tailor for, I shall say." He smiled, at Q's narrowed eyes. "A compliment, I assure you."
"Well, that's well and good," Q said. He adjusted his new clothing, looking into the mirror and wondering at all the glitter. As far as he'd seen, that wasn't in fashion right now. But Garak was a very good tailor, in addition to all the other things he also was, and the rainbow pattern spoke to a part of Q that knew two things; 1) that he looked good in everything and 2) that he looked extra good in spite.
Ergo, this outfit suited him to a T.
Smiling, Q preened and straightened his back, and Garak stuck him with a needle. A small price to pay, all things told.