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beautiful_bocWhat a strange and unusual place this was; Boc wasn't entirely sure what to make of it. Just as he suspected, the room that the very kind Nell had set him up with at the hotel was something far more extravagant than he could ever imagine, putting him in quite the rough spot of not wanting to seem ungrateful for her generosity, but also feeling very uncomfortable in such a nice place, especially since he'd discovered, as he skulked around the island for the past few days, trying to get a feel for it without garnering any unwarranted attention, there was almost an abundance of little nooks and crannies and rocky bits and tree copses in which he could curl up in comfortably without even the slightest threat from other creatures such as himself! There were a bit of odd furry types down over by the boardwalk that seemed to give them rather suspicious little stares from behind their mask-like markings across their eyes, so he gave them a wide berth, as well as the little squirrels that seemed to be everywhere, but overall, this island seemed like a surprisingly safe place, especially compared to what he was used to, and he couldn't help but wonder exactly which part of the Lands Between he'd been whisked off to, because he rather enjoyed it, if he was honest, and perhaps it had been a good thing, having been kicked out of the cave and turned into a tree and whisked all the way over here, although his relocation did not bode well for his ever getting his dear old mum's old sewing kit back.
But Nell, in all her seemingly endless generosity and kindness, had given him one of her own for the time being, and he still felt rather terrible for only having but ten measly mushrooms to give her for all her help, especially once she'd set him up with that wonderful pizza and that terrible room and even a bit of pocket money, so he was trying to think of something else he might offer of value to her. But, of course, the only thing he knew that was worth anything was sewing, but he wasn't good enough to just make her something, but he was rather good at alterations, and he'd seen that shop, with all those lovely clothes inside and perhaps he might find some inspiration there...
But when he skulked in, somewhat tentatively, half-expecting the merchant there to take one look at him and shove him away (imagine his surprise, then, when the merchant not only greeted him, but welcome him in! And invited him to take a look around! Wonders never ceased, in this place), and spent a good deal of time just marveling all the beautiful garments and other things hanging so neatly (and in such abundance!) around him, he found himself struck with a slightly different kind of inspiration, and he approached the counter, carefully placing his paws on it to help him to better peer up at the merchant behind it.
"P-pardon me, cully," he said, a little astonished by his own boldness, "I don't mean to intrude, but might I ask you a question? Are you....have you created all these garments yourself? They're incredible, rarely have I seen such a diverse section, and in such fine materials as well. I am truly humbled by such immense talent!"
But the merchant just started at Boc for a moment, causing him to shrink back a little and prepare himself for whatever tirade or abuse might be forthcoming, but then they just shook their head.
"Naw, dude," they said. "I just work here."
Boc blinked a few times at that. "Oh," he said. "Oh, I see. Well...then....if....if it's not too much trouble, cully, do you suppose....that is, I was wondering if I might speak with the tailor, then? Oh, I would never assume that I could ever reach the heights of their clear talent, but, perhaps....do you....do you think? That they might be willing to take on a poor fledgling seamster as their apprentice? I'd be ever so grateful. I'm only just starting out, but I am quite cunning with a needle, if you'll let me."
"....Tailor?" the merchant asked, then shook his head. "No, no, we're not that kind of shop."
"Not that kind of...?" Boc started, and, in his bewilderment, wasn't quite sure how to finish that question. "But then....what if someone needs an alteration to their garments? If it's, say, too big or too small or might need a pesky cloak removed, something like that?"
The merchant shrugged. "People usually just buy it as is right off the rack."
"As is?" Boc's eyes were wide with shock and maybe even a little offended at the concept. "Why, but there's no way....well, I suppose, with this much variety, anybody could find anything to suit them properly, but no alterations? No mending or darning or even patching? Honestly?"
The merchant's smile was rueful and apologetic and maybe even a little amused. "Yeah, no, sorry, little guy. Nothing like that."
And then Boc had a truly wild idea, but he'd had a rather wild sort of week, so, putting up his chin a little with a rare burst of confidence, he said, "Well, then, I'd like to offer my services. Boc the Seamster, at your disposal, master. I'll be happy to provide my needle for any alterations and adjustments to the garments you sell, for it is clearly sorely needed."
The merchant just looked amused, shaking his head, because, Fandom, man. "Sure," they said. "Knock your socks off."
Boc then cast a worried look down at his feet before looking back up again. "Oh, but I'm not wearing any socks...should I be?"
It was definitely turning out to be a more interesting day at Pixie Dust than that employee had dealt with in a very long time.
Pixie Dust is open!
[[ and thus Pixie Dust had officially landed in Boc's capable hands....er...paws? hooray! ]]
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