Star-Studded

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This dressing room is newly constructed one, it has a proper door which you could use for a normal room's door. It's like those dressing rooms you see on shows for wedding dresses, which is probably why you like the room so much. It gives a look of professionalism.

You say, "Please, take a seat" while motioning for him to sit down on one of the two wooden chairs in the dressing room. As he does so, you sit across from the good-looking fellow in the other chair as you flip to a blank page in your notepad.

"Okay, lets get started, may I see the garments you want to alter?"

"Of course", he responds with suave. 

From the bag he has with him, he pulls out a white button up shirt and black tuxedo top which is clearly too small on the shoulders for him.

He reclines in the chair to cross his long legs with pink boots,before leaning forward and stating with a unique robotic voice you only now barely notice," I want the tux and shirt to fit around these things," he points to his... shoulder guards... pauldrons.. whatever, the metal covers his shoulders. "And if you can, a fitted...fit," using his hands to emphasize the last word. He hands you the garments as if he's handing you a child, "I tried to get a fitted tux but, there's only so fitted you can get with a pre-made tux." You graciously hold the clothing and check the half torn-off label of the tux and shirt and sure enough it's marked as fitted. 

"Okay, so would you like an estimate of how much this will cost depending on the alteration?"

"I don't care how much it'll cost, my dear, I just want it fixed." 

You knew it was a pathetic question but, you need to ask in order to do anything, "Can you try to put it on?"

"..." he raises an eyebrow and looks at you as if you asked the stupidest question he's ever heard, which to be fair, you understand because it kind of was.

You quickly explain, "I'm sorry, it's just.. I need to see where I need to place the cuts in order to make the alterations."

He nods and stands up. You slip the tux on him, using a stepping stool to solve the height difference because he is a literal tower. In fear of tearing the fabric, you decide to let the 'shoulders' of the tux go up to where his arms ended. "Off the shoulders" if you will.

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Theoretically, the suit should have fit him, not quite "fitted", but it would have looked good on him (depending on what 'good' means). However, his shoulder guards, pauldrons make the thing unwearable. You narrow your eyes in thought and carefully tug the tux over his pauldrons, stepping back to see it in its unaltered glory.

You write a few things down, drawing a little diagram of the tux and marking where the alteration should be made. You pull the two sides of the tux where they should meet when fixed and see how it would look. A v shape. You hold the two sides together and turn him to the mirror on the back wall. "Is this the type of fitted you want?",you ask. He responds,"Not quite". 

You go for any other type of fitted, folding in the sides around his waists to make him look thinner. "How about this?"  He looks at it for a few seconds before shaking his head," Not quite, I would like it to shape my body though." You nod and try again.

It goes on like this for a while, you trying to make a fitted shape he would like, and him saying "Not quite". 

It's starting to get a bit frustrating, likely for the both of you. You finish another type of fitted and let him look at himself in the mirror.

You ask again,"What about now?". He shakes his head almost sad and in a small voice he says, "....No." 

After taking a breathe, he exhales saying, "You know, perhaps this won't work out."  You shake your head vigorously to be encouraging, "We'll get this right. Don't you worry, darling," you say as you rip the diagram you made and stick it onto the mirror. His eyes seem to widen at your last word, glancing at you before looking onward again. 

With new determination you ask,"You want it to shape to your body, right?" "Yes." "Alrighty then." You let go of the two sides of the tux and grab your pencil along with the diagram because your previous course of action is not working out.

 You state with your full attention,"Tell me where you want it to hug." With a wistful finger, he points to several parts in the mirror and you mark all of them. You see him staring at himself in the mirror, forlorn. You turn him to face the door and looking at the diagram, you make do with the pins on the pin cushion around your wrist, pinning where he pointed out the alterations he wanted.  You make a sort of rough outline of how the suit will look with the actual alterations. You admit the shoulders still look a bit wonky but adding fabric will fix that. You turn him back around to face the mirror, "How does that look?", you ask awaiting his answer. "Not qui- ,"he begins speaking, not yet even looking into the mirror, but then interrupts his words with new ones when he finally looks into the mirror,"Actually...yes! But will the shoulders-" 

You quickly interject, "With alterations the shoulders will be covered nicely and the tux will give you the fitted look you want." His expression begins to relax at your words," Then yes! This is what I was looking for!", he begins to admire himself in the mirror.

You give a smile at hearing those words,"Excellent!"

You give him a minute to turn and to see if he's sure he likes it before you slip it off. You do the same process of pinning with the shirt, with him in a much more relaxed mood than before and finish up.

"Okay then, all we need to do is take some measurements and you're all set." "Wonderful!",he replies giving you a infectious smile you can help but return.

You were about to unwind your measuring tape when you hear a knock at the door. "Who is it?!", you call out.  A familiar voice comes from the other side,"It's Maria!" 

"Excuse me", you excuse yourself as you go to the door.

 You crack open the door to look out and Maria continues," Heyo, the other girls just arrived back from lunch break so I'd thought I check in to see if you might need a hand since you were taking a while." 

"Sure, why not," you reply thinking you might need it since, he is pretty tall. You let her come in and the first thing you're met with is an ear piercing shriek.

"OH MY GOSH, YOU'RE METTATON!!!"

A/n: *slowly puts arms together* And end scene... Woo, that took a while. Imagine, this thing was originally about 680 words and now we're back up to more than 1,000!

Anyways, thanks for reading, my lovely readers!