Still With the Long Overdue Things...

[vesper_verde]

Things post-wedding had been going well. Husband and wife had no left the mansion for a few days after the wedding. By the time they were willing to visit around São Paulo, Marcelo kept their days busy. But not so busy their nights at home weren't busy either.

After sending off information to Brooke about the Symkarian group to hire as security for the New York reception, Marcelo went looking for his casual, not extremely well-tailored clothing. He needed to take Stephanie to visit his aunt. While she had been briefly at the Brazilian wedding reception to congratulate the couple, he knew she expected a visit.

The chauffeur would arrive soon to drive them to outside of the favela his aunt lived in. They would have to walk in to the slum. A standard precaution Marcelo had taken.

Now, he just needed to find his pants...

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[vesper_verde]

Marcelo stepped into the shop portion of the apartment and tried to find somewhere to stand out of the way. It wasn't a big space, and he had broad shoulders. He almost managed to not knock some dresses off a towel rack screwed into the wall.

He grinned sheepishly as he he bent over to pick them up.

[ngm_adults]

His aunt closed the shop door behind Stephanie. It made the room a tad darker, but that was still no excuse for her nephew knocking things off a rack. She shook her head in amusement at Marcelo. Ever that little boy who came to visit.

"It's good you both came. I have something for Stephanie, and I have many questions for my big klutz."

She eyed Stephanie's clothing. "The jeans might be too thick for a good fit."

[pyroprincess]

On the other hand, one could never accuse Stephanie of being clumsy. If a big cat ever adopted bipedal locomotion, that would be her.

Well, that was certainly forward. She certainly had thought her jeans had fit well. But she showed no sign of being slightly offput- she took it for what it was, a professional suggestion. She was a seamstress after all.

"That's what you get with our horrible New York winters. Thicker everything."

She smiled. "Perhaps I'd do well to get something here, though." She looked around a little at some of the clothes on the rack.

[vesper_verde]

"Tia, you didn't have to." Marcelo protested gently as he put the clothing back on the rack. He puffed out a breath. All it took for him to act like a gangly thirteen year old was to visit his aunt.

"Or don't have to. I, uhm, I can get drinks?" He hooked a thumb over his shoulder at the space behind the screens that was his aunt's apartment.

[ngm_adults]

"That sounds like a good idea, Tchelo. Just don't drop any more of my dresses on the floor, hmm?" She turned away from her nephew with a small grin to look at Stephanie gazing around her small shop.

"I doubt any of those are your style. Come. You'll do better than the dress form." Emanuela moved easily through her slightly crowded shop to a spot mostly free of clutter and brighter under a hanging lamp. She went to what she had been working on when the couple arrived. The material was a rich fabric than most everything else hanging on the racks.

[pyroprincess]

Stephanie would've been inclined to agree, truthfully- not that there was anything but skilled workmanship on the clothes, just that they were not her style particularly. The dress that she had been working on, however, was something different entirely.

Summery, yes. It'd only see use for a few months in New York. But it was lovely, and she wanted it.

"Is it a commission you're making for someone else?"

Otherwise, she was going to buy it, or try to.