Pixie Dust; Thursday [06/15].

[beautiful_boc]

A sign had been posted outside of Pixie Dust that morning, by mysterious means, because Boc certainly didn't put it out there. Boc didn't even know it was there, but it proudly proclaimed that they were running a special on last minute alterations and adjustments for semi-formal wear in light of this gala tomorrow.

A gala that Boc himself only knew about because he'd gotten another appointment for an adjustment for a suit for Stark from Summer, an encounter he was still rather recovering from, because there had been insistence that he should go, which he'd eventually agreed to just to get rid of her.

Whether or not he actually would was still uncertain. He was still sort of doing a cost-analysis on what would be worse: suffering through a social event as a whole or suffering her wrath if he didn't show up.

Sometimes he really did wish he could have just stayed a tree.

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[stykera]

Stark, freshly showered and hopefully free of paint, walked into the shop and offered what was hopefully a friendly smile.

"Hello, Boc."

[beautiful_boc]

And even though Stark was expected, Boc still seemed mildly startled when he came in, although mildly startled was quite the improvement, really.

"Oh! Ah--oh, erm, yes, yes, hello," he stammered out, looking up from a cuff he was mending at the counter. "Hel-hello, yes, your suit. Here. Let me fetch it."

And he clammored down from his boxes at the counter to grab it where it hung in its garment bag, waiting to be fitted.

[stykera]

"Am I early?" Stark asked. "I didn't mean to be. Thank you."

[beautiful_boc]

"Early?" Boc blinked owlishly at Stark. Bold of him to assume that the seamster really had that conscious a grasp on times of the day, really. He was only just recently figuring out days of the week!

"No, no," he then said, wagging his head back and forth, "not at all, it isn't as if I've got much else to do, anyway."

But he now had Stark's suit and was handing it up to him with a certain sort of reverence.

"And here's the suit she she sent over. You'll know how this goes, by now. Try it on and we'll see what needs adjusting."

[stykera]

"Oh," Stark said softly, reaching for the suit and running his fingers over it gently.

"She chose something lovely. Again. I like the color."

Of course he did. Which, of course, Summer would have known.

"I'll go change. Just a moment."

And Stark disappeared into the dressing room, reappearing several minutes later decked out in his fine new clothes.

[beautiful_boc]

"I've already reinforced the buttons," Boc informed Stark, once he'd come out and he grabbed one of his crates so that he could pull it and his sewing kit over to the space by the changing rooms with the mirrors, measuring tape slung around his neck and fabric pencil tucked behind one of his ears. "Please do be careful with them. But let's see, here, what else needs attention..."

[stykera]

Stark ducked his head at that. If he were prone to blushing he would have done so.

"I've always been quite careful! The buttons weren't my fault!"

Perhaps this time it would be a split seam or two? Or maybe someone was going to find the reinforced buttons a challenge.

"It feels like it fits well enough?" But Stark's definition of 'well enough' wasn't necessarily the same as anyone else's.

[beautiful_boc]

"I told the mist--" Boc started, then stopped himself, and, with a small whimper sound, tried again with, "She was told to take better caution, as well."

But then his focus went entirely into checking and measuring, with his hands pawing slightly more against the back of the suit. "A bit tight in the shoulders, it seems."

[stykera]

Stark knew that what he and Summer were doing was hardly a secret but it was also not something that anyone had actually been commenting on directly. He turned and gave Boc a startled look then nodded.

"She doesn't mean to harm the suits." Or maybe she did. Maybe it was a challenge.

"Oh. Is that...is that something you can fix?"

[beautiful_boc]

Boc was only trying save them both the trouble of having to call upon his services again! As much as he enjoyed having work to do, it was a much more preferable to not have all those nice clothes so upsettingly damaged in the first place!

"Oh, yes," he assured Stark, already stretching the measuring tape across his back for measurements. "Quite easily, really, it shouldn't be any trouble at all, especially if it's just a little bit, and it would make it far more comfortable throughout the night, I'm sure."

[stykera]

The two of them were just trying to make sure the shop, and Boc, stayed in business. It was all quite altruistic.

"Oh, good. I would hate for Summer's efforts to have gone to waste if it wasn't fixable. I'm glad it's fixable. What do you need me to? Just hold still?"