Pixie Dust; Thursday [04/13].

[beautiful_boc]

Ohhhh, Boc was in a bit of a state that day, nervously rubbing his hands together and trying to not get too overwhelmed by the fact that he had an appointment, an actual customer, for a fitting today, to make alterations on a suit, and while this was very exciting and he was absolutely thrilled to be putting his needle to work, he was absolutely dreading the idea that he wouldn't do a very good job, and he'd mess up the fine suit that had been brought in or that some other terrible thing might happen. Hopefully, best case scenario, the suit would actually already fit or only need a few minor alterations that even he would be confident about.

But he'd been practicing, there was that. And all sorts of very fine clothing had come in that week for this prom thing, so, if anything, if he did make a terrible mess out of things, there were at least other, untouched, unspoiled clothing that could be had instead.

Or....maybe Stark wouldn't even show up at all! That, Boc decided, was clearly actually the best case scenario, but knowing his luck...

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[stykera]

Stark was a bit nervous himself as he walked in to the shop. Not nearly so nervous as Boc was but that would have been difficult to achieve, even for Stark.

He had the appointment card Summer had given him in his hand as he opened the door with the other.

"I...have an appointment?" he said as he walked, holding up the card. "For a suit?"

[beautiful_boc]

At that moment, Boc had actually been at the counter (with the help of a clever stacking of...quite frankly impressively sturdy crates, compared to the types of crates he was used to, which seemed to break apart at even the slightest provocation), shaking his head and worrying over a bit of cloth he was trying to stitch together to another bit of cloth in an effort to figure out making sleeves work. And even though he had been expecting an appointment (to his credit, he didn't really have a strong concept of time), he still looked up at the door opening with a startled look of shock, not too dissimilar to a deer caught in headlights.

And then he remembered.

"Oh, yes!" he said. "Yes, of course, your appointment! Oh." Another worried look of distress as he glanced over toward where the suit was hanging in its protective bag nearby. "Is it time already? But, yes, yes, of course, mas--" He stopped himself with a wince and an internal scold; he'd practiced this, he just had to focus on not saying it, and hoped Stark wouldn't notice that he almost slipped up as he scrambled down the crates to fetch the suit for him. "I've got it right here, your suit, to try on, and to make adjustments to if needed.

"Hopefully," he added, handing the garment bag over as he scampered with it from around the counter, "they won't be needed."

It would just be so much easier for everyone, although it would be nice to have worked on such a fine suit, really...

[stykera]

"Thank you," Stark said, pocketing the card and then taking the garment bag carefully.

"Oh. This is very nice," he said softly, running his fingers along the lapel after he opened the bag. "Very nice."

Maybe it was too nice. He had several nice articles of clothing and this was still perhaps too nice.

"Do I...try it all on at once? Or one thing at a time? What's easiest, for you?"

[beautiful_boc]

Boc would also agree that the suit was too nice. Much too nice to be something that his hands would be working on, and he'd tried to tell Summer that, but she was very intimidating and easily the scariest person he'd met here thus far (and a good deal scarier than some he'd encountered back in the Lands Between, too, which was no small feat!), and he also wasn't fully convinced she wouldn't kill him if he messed it up, so he would just have to do it anyway, he supposed.

And his brows scrunched a little with uncertainty, because he'd never really done a job like this himself, either. "Try it all on, perhaps?" he said, with a ducking nod of his head and a gesture toward the dressing rooms. "And we'll see what needs to be done from there, I suppose."

If there was any justice in the world, it would come miraculously as a perfect fit, but, of course there wasn't, and so....while Stark did that, Boc was already resigned to his fate and dragging out one of the crates to stand on and getting his sewing kit ready.

[stykera]

Summer could be intimidating though Stark didn't find her scary. Or if he did it was the sort of scary he secretly (or not) enjoyed.

"I'll try it all together," Stark agreed, heading for the dressing room to do just that.

There were a lot of buttons to be done up between the shirt and waistcoat and he was taking his time and smoothing things out as he went.

He looked far too nice, he thought, glancing in the mirror before walking back out.

"It seems to fit well enough?" Not perfectly, no, but he would have accepted it. Summer almost certainly had more exacting standards.

[beautiful_boc]

Not quite to Boc's far less exacting standards, either, by the soind of it, the little thoughtful grunt in the back of his throat as he scooted forward a little for a better look, and started moving around Stark to give the garments a closer look. He wasn't terribly familiar with the style, but he'd been studying the ones that had come in this week, and felt he had a good idea of what still needed to be done, but, just in case...

"Well enough," he said in an agreeable tone with a nod, and followed by an apologetic wag of his head, "perhaps, but begging your pardon, mas-- si--" He cleared his throat. "--it could fit much better, I believe. And the miss was very particular, about making sure it fit well, and not just well enough."

With that, he scrambled up on the crate and gestured Stark to come closer, all the while with his head down and clearly not daring to lift his eyes any higher than Stark's neck. The clothes, he had to look at, that was his job, but anything beyond that, he was respectfully avoiding.

[stykera]

"That sounds like Summer," Stark said with a fond smile. Not that Boc would see it, keeping his head down as he was.

"If you don't mind doing the work, I have nowhere else to be," he said as he obligingly moved closer to the crate. "I'm meant to be here doing this. What do you think needs doing? I...I want to look good."