It’s a bit late, but she always prefers to finish up her work on the same day. You speed down the empty hallway to approach Room 206. This is where Rarity creates her latest designs. You take a peek inside. She is currently using a sewing machine to patch a hole in a jacket. For some reason, she is wearing a baggy sweater that is a size too big. As you knock on the door to get her attention, it breaks her concentration. She turns it off to give an angry stare at whoever would bother her at this time. That hostility quickly vanishes and gets replaced by a friendly smile. She waives her hand, gesturing you to come in. You try to open the door, but it seems to be locked. Rarity gets up to unlock the door for you. “Sorry about that, you don’t know how often my designs get stolen.”
The moment you walk in, you can sense how cold it is. You ignore that and choose to compliment her work. “I can’t deny that they are the best.”
”Well, I don’t mean to brash, but they are the finest that the school can witness.” The both of you laugh as she closes the door to lock it.
“Why are you wearing a sweater?”
”I tend to be very active and in some stress, so I adjusted the thermostat to an ideal temperature to work in.” She comments while rolling up her sleeves. ”Are you ready?”
“For what?”
”To try on the new design, what else?”
You can think of another reason, but she isn’t going to admit it. “Sure, what do you have?” She walks over to a closet to open it up and reveal a suit. “Uh, wow.”
”It’s a design I’ve kept for some time. Well? Do try it on.” You unhook it from the rack and bring it into the light. A black suit with a white shirt and a red tie to fill it in. You take the hanger out of the shirt and start to— ”Wait!”
You bring your hand away from her sudden outburst. “What?”
”You aren’t going to wear it while using those clothes.”
“Why…?”
”Just, follow me to the dressing room.”
You push over the curtain to see Rarity waiting for your return. “How do I look?” You say while stepping out.
She shows her approval by clapping. ”Marvelous, simply marvelous darling.”
“All of it feels a bit tight.” You comment while brushing your trousers.
”I hope that you don’t mind, but it is a slim fit. I could make some adjustments.”
“Don’t worry about it. I just wanted to let you know. Who is this for?” You say while fixing your sleeve.
”It is all for you.”
“Wait, what?”
She nods. ”Yes, I just wanted to give you a gift that will certainly be useful in the near future.”
You snicker. “Such as?”
”Oh, I don’t know. It can assist you during an interview, possibly a social gathering, or even to stand out for a date.”
“Yeah, I’m not sure about it.” You say while inspecting it,
”No, keep it. I do insist.”
“Well, alright.” You start to undo your buttons on your jacket.
”Wait, what are you doing?”
“I’m done with this one, right?”
”No, keep it on for a little bit longer. I need to get your precise measurements.” She says while rolling out a tape measure.
This seems somewhat skeptical for you. “Why?”
”Just for future reference, hold still.” You stand still as she measures your legs, waist, and chest. Your tie is starting to irritate you, since you weren’t sure on how tight you need it to be. While she is measuring one arm, you use the other to loosen it. She takes notice and drops the tape measure. ”Here, let me fix it.” You bring down your hand as she raises her hands. She undoes your tie completely and starts from the beginning. ”You don’t use ties frequently, do you?”
“I just haven’t had any lessons from my old man.” You reply.
”Right.” She snickers.
“Hey, he is a busy man.”
”I understand. It’s just that you haven’t learned yourself.”
“I have my reasons.”
”Yes, you must be very busy.” She teases.
“I wouldn’t say busy. It would be more as preoccupied.”
”Sure Anon, just be prepared for certain times where you might not expect in the future.” Yet you are prepared for what may happen next. ”There, finished.” She comments while straightening your tie. “No woman in the right mind would resist you now.”
“Even you?” You say without a second though.
Her white face heats up from your question. ”I… uh… you’re….” She slides her hands away from your collar and places them on your shoulders. You look at her half closed eyes and smile. You instantly think of an excuse as she closes in.
“Anything else you need me to do?”
Just as she was closing her eyes, they shoot open. Her smile disappears as she backs away from you. ”Uh, n-no, that will do.” She brings her arms back and goes past you to head back to work on a dress that is still being sewn together.
“Are you alright?”
”Why yes. Why wouldn’t I be?”
“It’s just that….”
She speeds up her development while trying to focus on it. ”A girl who worked for weeks to perfect a suit for her companion can’t just simply give it to her?” She turns up the speed by lowering the switch.
“Rarity—“
”One who couldn’t just simply thank for, after a painstaking thought process and working her fingers to the bone, just couldn’t give it to a friend and nothing else?” You just stand there as she lowers the switch to its limit. ”All for what, a friend who seems to not want or seem in the slightest interest to care about all the sweat and tears that were used for a simple suit!?” She snaps her head at you as she yells. In the sidelines is the sleeve of her sweater getting caught in the machine. As it whirls and jams, she notices it and panics. “Ah! Oh no!" You run over and grab her arm to keep it away from the needle. The sleeve stretches out and starts to rip. It starts to spread and widen around her arm until it gives out, causing you to fall back with her.
You fall right beside her and still hold on to her arm, evidently landing right on it. ”Aah!” She groans in pain. You jump up and look at how badly you damaged her. Just as you were, you see that the entire sweater fell apart, only leaving her black bra on. ”What are…?” Rarity looks at her arm and follows it up to finally notice that she is a layer away from exposure. She tries to cover it up by crossing her arms, but correctly does so by gathering the bits of the tattered sweater scattered around. ”Darn it, this was cashmere imported from overseas!”
“Why would you wear that instead of a preferred size?”
”It was the only one I could find in here!” She snaps at you. You step back as she gets up to turn off the sewing machine. ”I-I need to get a new shirt, fix a ruined dress while one of my arms are injured. That’s just lovely to make my work even longer.”
“I didn’t mean to do that on purpose!” You complain.
She lets out a sigh of disappointment. ”I know. It’s just….” You wait around, expecting her to finish her sentence. She just pouts and turns away. ”Just go.”
You decided to just grab your backpack and leave for the door. As you unlocked it and stand outside, it slams shut with a click to follow up. When the sewing machine turns back on, you realized that you are still wearing the suit, leaving your clothes back inside. “Hey, I- never mind.”