Once again, he does his best, but after he tries it on the clothing doesn't bend right, keeps stuck in odd positions, and generally doesn't work as intended. Some more work and stress, and it's back at its previous stage - some more scraps of plasteel on the floor, useless.
"Ack... I'll manage this one day, I swear", he says, letting himself fall on the bed and looking at the wolf. The snoring beast makes him smile, and he remembers the events of the day. Frustration almost sets in... but no. It was a good day, all in all.
Smile still on his face, he taps a rhythm with his fingers on the side of the bed. It takes him some time to notice it's actually one of the folk songs from the Ithorian Opera.
OOC:
D5 LE - Working on cargo clothing again - Mechanics vs Daunting, IF (1 strain): 1eP+2eA+4eD 1 failure, 1 threat
- 200 credits given out for nothing, 2 strain taken 
