Post by Vapovile on Dec 24, 2021 16:04:14 GMT
Located somewhere in Sweden, a blond haired man buttons up his white collared shirt in front of a mirror. “Ok, I just have to tie my shoes…” Reaching down, he begins to tie up his nice black shoes. He stared at his pant leg, and let out a sigh when he noticed a tear down both knees. He quickly changed out of his suit and into a comfortable pair of black jeans and a blue button-up shirt.
“When on Earth did this happen?” He asked, looking at the tears. “And I have that work dinner in just a few hours…” Matt muttered. Almost as if on cue, his phone began to ring.
“Hello?” He asked, tossing the pants onto the bed. A familiar voice rang through the phone.
“Heyo, Matt! It’s Arthur. Just calling to see if you were still alive up there in the land of frost giants.” Arthur joked. Matt let out a chuckle. “Yes, thank you. I was actually just preparing to go to a work dinner, but now I need to find a tailor as soon as possible…or buy a new suit.” The thought of spending that much money terrified the hospital resident.
Arthur whistled. “Sounds like you have a real problem on your hands. Lucky for you, I know one of the best seamstresses around. Ever hear of Haruko Miyata?” He asked. This made Matt gasp slightly.
“Of course I know who she is, Ms. Miyata’s line is well respected in the fashion world. Is she one of your professional contacts?” Matt asked. “Kinda? We’re mostly just friends. We sometimes watch each other’s kids when one of us is busy, or kick some evil person’s butt. Anyway, head to her shop and say I sent you. Long as she isn’t mad at me, it should work.”
Matt looked on with confusion. “Wait, she’s mad at you?” “Let me know how it goes, Digiboy!” And with that, Arthur hung up the phone. Matt had no idea what to make of this. Was Arthur sending him on some trip to embarrass him? Still…the prospect of getting his suit repaired by a master seamstress was an exciting prospect. He began making his way toward the nearest teleport station.
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“This seems to be the place.” Matt said to himself, getting out of his taxi and adjusting his shirt. There was a beautiful 2-story beach house before him, with an attached structure that appeared to be the shop in question. He stepped up to the shop door and stepped inside.
Within he could see a wide array of supplies neatly placed around the room, with mannequins holding a wide array of outfits on display. Were these her newest additions, or orders from customers? A voice came from behind a wooden door.
“Welcome! I’ll be with you shortly!” A feminine voice called. Matt took a seat in a comfortable padded chair. So this was the shop of a master seamstress? Perhaps he too could afford custom clothes like this after he completes his residency and becomes a fully licensed surgeon.
Soon, a short woman wearing a stylish white coat, pink shirt with neatly sewn lace, and black pants walked into the room. She closed the door behind herself and took a seat across from Matt, fixing her hair when she sat down.
“Sorry about that, what can I do for you?” Haruko asked politely. Matt blinked. This was the actual Haruko Miyata in front of him. He had to be professional about this!
“No no, there was no wait at all. My name is Matthew Anderson. You see, my suit ripped this morning, and I need it in a few hours to attend a work dinner. My…acquaintance, Arthur Cromwell, said to mention he referred me to you.” Matt explained.
Haruko’s face grew into an interested expression. “Arty, huh? Well how can I say no to that?” The seamstress joked, taking the suit and examining it. “Yep, two holes in the knees, the cuffs are a little scuffed, some minor work here…” Haruko began to examine, flipping down a magnifying lens from her headband.
“This won’t take long at all. I can make these look brand new before the hour’s over! How’s $100 for the entire job sound?” Haruko asked. Matt breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “That would be fantastic, thank you.”
Pulling over a cart of materials, Haruko took out a needle and began to work on the repairs. Matt watched the speed at which Haruko worked, which still had a strange sense of grace to the motion. Haruko glanced up, and lightly chuckled.
“So, how do you know Frosty? That’s what I call him, by the way. Among other nicknames. Perhaps one day you may hear the one Caroline gave him.” A smile spread across her face. Matt scratched the back of his head, unsure of what this nickname could be.
“We met several years ago, during this mission stretching down into this horrible underground tower. It was him, a mage wielding a key as a blade, and a well dressed magician who…hah, tried to kill Arthur to get a guitar that an enemy dropped. It was quite bizarre.” Matt explained.
This made Haruko’s ears perk up, looking directly at Matt. “Wait a minute, are you talking about Hellscraper?!” The seamstress asked in surprise, Matt being taken aback slightly.
“Er, yes. I assume Arthur has told you all about it? You two sound like good friends.” He joked. Haruko rolled her eyes. “He’s a great friend, but also about as irresponsible as my kids sometimes. But yes, he’s told me all about that tower. So you’re that Matt…” Haruko looked him up and down. “I hear you have digital monsters.”
Matt let out a dry laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “That power was lost years ago, I’m afraid. But I do have healing eyes, which come in tremendous help during my medical training.” He explained. Haruko let out a whistle.
“Oooo, so we got a doctor in the house?” Haruko asked, Matt shaking his head. “I’m still a resident, but I have gone through medical school! My dream is to work as a general surgeon, using my eyes to help minimize the complications during surgery and help deal with any unexpected cases.” He responded.
Haruko finished repairing the jacket and got up, putting it on a mannequin and smoothing it out. “That’s amazing, your hands must be about as steady as mine with how fine you have to work a scalpel.” Haruko commented, sitting back down and getting to work on the pants. Matt let out a laugh. Haruko was an easy person to talk to.
“I don’t know if I’d go that far, your work is legendary in the fashion world. I was shocked to hear Arthur knew you so casually, Ms. Miyata.” “Please, call me Haruko.” The seamstress responded with a wink. Matt nodded his head. “Very well, Haruko.” He leaned forward in his chair.
“That’s better. Sorry, I get called that non-stop every day. Either Ms. Miyata or mom. I think we can make a few exceptions, no?” Haruko asked, Matt nodding his head. “Of course. I’m called Dr. Anderson each day myself, most of the time just doctor though.” Matt shook his head. Haruko narrowed her eyes at him.
“Was that a flex? Sounded like a flex to me.” She said while cocking her head. Before Matt could say anything, she grew a smile and burst out laughing. “Sorry, sorry. It was the perfect opportunity.” The seamstress said between laughs. Matt couldn’t help but laugh alongside. “You actually had me worried for a second!”
The two stared at each other while laughing and casually looked away from each other. Haruko back down to her work, and Matt the suit jacket hanging from the mannequin. He had to admit…she was cute. But he couldn’t just hit on a master seamstress the first time they met, could he?
Haruko turned the pants over and began working on the other side. “Sooooo, Matt. Judging by your style, you don’t seem to be from around here. Where are you from?” She asked. Matt pointed toward the ocean.
“Sweden, actually. I used the teleport gate to get here. It’s a little cold, but you can’t beat the beautiful scenery. Sometimes I even go up to visit the micronation of Valstand, they have an astounding blend of culture and industry over there.” Matt explained.
Haruko looked up from her sewing. “Oh, Sweden! I’ve always wanted to visit, but it never came up for work. I have been to Valstand several times though. Arctic Silverfrost is used in plenty of my equipment, you see.” Haruko dug in her toolbox and produced a crystal white needle, before putting it back.
“Speaking of snow, has Arty ever invited you over to that resort he has in France? First time there was…hah hah, complicated, but things are great now. Learned how to stay on a pair of skis over there.” The seamstress laughed.
Matt’s eyes widened. Was this going where he thought it was? “No, he never mentioned that one to me. I’ll be sure to talk to him about getting a pass. Will you be there too?” He had to know her thoughts on this.
Haruko casually shrugged. “Yeah, probably. The kids are here less these days, with Kate off in Japan and Cosmina establishing her own shop. I think I have some free time for skiing.” Haruko smiled and neatly folded the pants, putting them on a hanger along with his jacket and putting everything in a suit bag.
“There you are, sir. Thank you for your business.” Haruko smiled at him. Matt smiled back as he took the jacket, handing over a $100 bill. “No, the pleasure was all mine, Haruko. I look forward to seeing you at that resort. May I have your number to coordinate our schedules?” He asked confidently.
The seamstress gave a sly grin and presented him with a receipt. “On the back. See you on the slopes, Medicmon.”
This made Matt let out a laugh of his own. “You are so quick with the nicknames, it’s uncanny. Thank you once again!” Matt waved as he exited the shop, a strange feeling of elation in his chest. He had to brush up on his snowboarding skills.
“When on Earth did this happen?” He asked, looking at the tears. “And I have that work dinner in just a few hours…” Matt muttered. Almost as if on cue, his phone began to ring.
“Hello?” He asked, tossing the pants onto the bed. A familiar voice rang through the phone.
“Heyo, Matt! It’s Arthur. Just calling to see if you were still alive up there in the land of frost giants.” Arthur joked. Matt let out a chuckle. “Yes, thank you. I was actually just preparing to go to a work dinner, but now I need to find a tailor as soon as possible…or buy a new suit.” The thought of spending that much money terrified the hospital resident.
Arthur whistled. “Sounds like you have a real problem on your hands. Lucky for you, I know one of the best seamstresses around. Ever hear of Haruko Miyata?” He asked. This made Matt gasp slightly.
“Of course I know who she is, Ms. Miyata’s line is well respected in the fashion world. Is she one of your professional contacts?” Matt asked. “Kinda? We’re mostly just friends. We sometimes watch each other’s kids when one of us is busy, or kick some evil person’s butt. Anyway, head to her shop and say I sent you. Long as she isn’t mad at me, it should work.”
Matt looked on with confusion. “Wait, she’s mad at you?” “Let me know how it goes, Digiboy!” And with that, Arthur hung up the phone. Matt had no idea what to make of this. Was Arthur sending him on some trip to embarrass him? Still…the prospect of getting his suit repaired by a master seamstress was an exciting prospect. He began making his way toward the nearest teleport station.
—
“This seems to be the place.” Matt said to himself, getting out of his taxi and adjusting his shirt. There was a beautiful 2-story beach house before him, with an attached structure that appeared to be the shop in question. He stepped up to the shop door and stepped inside.
Within he could see a wide array of supplies neatly placed around the room, with mannequins holding a wide array of outfits on display. Were these her newest additions, or orders from customers? A voice came from behind a wooden door.
“Welcome! I’ll be with you shortly!” A feminine voice called. Matt took a seat in a comfortable padded chair. So this was the shop of a master seamstress? Perhaps he too could afford custom clothes like this after he completes his residency and becomes a fully licensed surgeon.
Soon, a short woman wearing a stylish white coat, pink shirt with neatly sewn lace, and black pants walked into the room. She closed the door behind herself and took a seat across from Matt, fixing her hair when she sat down.
“Sorry about that, what can I do for you?” Haruko asked politely. Matt blinked. This was the actual Haruko Miyata in front of him. He had to be professional about this!
“No no, there was no wait at all. My name is Matthew Anderson. You see, my suit ripped this morning, and I need it in a few hours to attend a work dinner. My…acquaintance, Arthur Cromwell, said to mention he referred me to you.” Matt explained.
Haruko’s face grew into an interested expression. “Arty, huh? Well how can I say no to that?” The seamstress joked, taking the suit and examining it. “Yep, two holes in the knees, the cuffs are a little scuffed, some minor work here…” Haruko began to examine, flipping down a magnifying lens from her headband.
“This won’t take long at all. I can make these look brand new before the hour’s over! How’s $100 for the entire job sound?” Haruko asked. Matt breathed a sigh of relief and nodded. “That would be fantastic, thank you.”
Pulling over a cart of materials, Haruko took out a needle and began to work on the repairs. Matt watched the speed at which Haruko worked, which still had a strange sense of grace to the motion. Haruko glanced up, and lightly chuckled.
“So, how do you know Frosty? That’s what I call him, by the way. Among other nicknames. Perhaps one day you may hear the one Caroline gave him.” A smile spread across her face. Matt scratched the back of his head, unsure of what this nickname could be.
“We met several years ago, during this mission stretching down into this horrible underground tower. It was him, a mage wielding a key as a blade, and a well dressed magician who…hah, tried to kill Arthur to get a guitar that an enemy dropped. It was quite bizarre.” Matt explained.
This made Haruko’s ears perk up, looking directly at Matt. “Wait a minute, are you talking about Hellscraper?!” The seamstress asked in surprise, Matt being taken aback slightly.
“Er, yes. I assume Arthur has told you all about it? You two sound like good friends.” He joked. Haruko rolled her eyes. “He’s a great friend, but also about as irresponsible as my kids sometimes. But yes, he’s told me all about that tower. So you’re that Matt…” Haruko looked him up and down. “I hear you have digital monsters.”
Matt let out a dry laugh and rubbed the back of his neck. “That power was lost years ago, I’m afraid. But I do have healing eyes, which come in tremendous help during my medical training.” He explained. Haruko let out a whistle.
“Oooo, so we got a doctor in the house?” Haruko asked, Matt shaking his head. “I’m still a resident, but I have gone through medical school! My dream is to work as a general surgeon, using my eyes to help minimize the complications during surgery and help deal with any unexpected cases.” He responded.
Haruko finished repairing the jacket and got up, putting it on a mannequin and smoothing it out. “That’s amazing, your hands must be about as steady as mine with how fine you have to work a scalpel.” Haruko commented, sitting back down and getting to work on the pants. Matt let out a laugh. Haruko was an easy person to talk to.
“I don’t know if I’d go that far, your work is legendary in the fashion world. I was shocked to hear Arthur knew you so casually, Ms. Miyata.” “Please, call me Haruko.” The seamstress responded with a wink. Matt nodded his head. “Very well, Haruko.” He leaned forward in his chair.
“That’s better. Sorry, I get called that non-stop every day. Either Ms. Miyata or mom. I think we can make a few exceptions, no?” Haruko asked, Matt nodding his head. “Of course. I’m called Dr. Anderson each day myself, most of the time just doctor though.” Matt shook his head. Haruko narrowed her eyes at him.
“Was that a flex? Sounded like a flex to me.” She said while cocking her head. Before Matt could say anything, she grew a smile and burst out laughing. “Sorry, sorry. It was the perfect opportunity.” The seamstress said between laughs. Matt couldn’t help but laugh alongside. “You actually had me worried for a second!”
The two stared at each other while laughing and casually looked away from each other. Haruko back down to her work, and Matt the suit jacket hanging from the mannequin. He had to admit…she was cute. But he couldn’t just hit on a master seamstress the first time they met, could he?
Haruko turned the pants over and began working on the other side. “Sooooo, Matt. Judging by your style, you don’t seem to be from around here. Where are you from?” She asked. Matt pointed toward the ocean.
“Sweden, actually. I used the teleport gate to get here. It’s a little cold, but you can’t beat the beautiful scenery. Sometimes I even go up to visit the micronation of Valstand, they have an astounding blend of culture and industry over there.” Matt explained.
Haruko looked up from her sewing. “Oh, Sweden! I’ve always wanted to visit, but it never came up for work. I have been to Valstand several times though. Arctic Silverfrost is used in plenty of my equipment, you see.” Haruko dug in her toolbox and produced a crystal white needle, before putting it back.
“Speaking of snow, has Arty ever invited you over to that resort he has in France? First time there was…hah hah, complicated, but things are great now. Learned how to stay on a pair of skis over there.” The seamstress laughed.
Matt’s eyes widened. Was this going where he thought it was? “No, he never mentioned that one to me. I’ll be sure to talk to him about getting a pass. Will you be there too?” He had to know her thoughts on this.
Haruko casually shrugged. “Yeah, probably. The kids are here less these days, with Kate off in Japan and Cosmina establishing her own shop. I think I have some free time for skiing.” Haruko smiled and neatly folded the pants, putting them on a hanger along with his jacket and putting everything in a suit bag.
“There you are, sir. Thank you for your business.” Haruko smiled at him. Matt smiled back as he took the jacket, handing over a $100 bill. “No, the pleasure was all mine, Haruko. I look forward to seeing you at that resort. May I have your number to coordinate our schedules?” He asked confidently.
The seamstress gave a sly grin and presented him with a receipt. “On the back. See you on the slopes, Medicmon.”
This made Matt let out a laugh of his own. “You are so quick with the nicknames, it’s uncanny. Thank you once again!” Matt waved as he exited the shop, a strange feeling of elation in his chest. He had to brush up on his snowboarding skills.