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[Imelda may be good at many things, but technology is not one of them. Nor is being on her own in a strange place, so different from Santa Cecilia or even the Land of the Dead. She's not particularly good at approaching people either. But needs must and her needs right at the moment include a job, red bills aren't going to work forever and she can't seem to figure out how to find one. All before there were contacts, and she's gotten used to whatever her beloved familia has set on the ofrenda. Now she is back to nothing. Less than nothing.

She tries not to let that show, though, sitting straight and stern for the camera as if posing for an old photograph]

I'm looking for work. [and how annoying to have to do this all over again. She who had started a successful zapataria twice... and would do so a third time. When she had enough money gathered.]

I can cook and clean and mend and all those things required running a household. [she waves a hand] Finances are a specialty.

If you are looking for some skilled labor, or know of anyone who is, contact me por favor. [and she will try to figure out how to answer in time]

[afterwards and otherwise, Imelda can be seen wandering down the streets of Genessia, peering into shops, looking lost, and indeed she might be. Not that she will admit it]

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[she hesitates, then takes his hand. It's an odd feeling. She hasn't touched even sort of human flesh for a very long time.]

Ah, shoes. I make shoes. [she straightens and lifts her head proudly] The finest shoes you will find anywhere!

[ He's not used to holding skeleton' hands either if it's of any consolation. Dray gives it a light squeeze and lets her go. ]

Oh, shoes! [ One of Dray's ears twitches but he managed to keep a smiling face. He's got a difficult relationship with shoes since none of the human ones fits him, but she looks so proud of herself that he hasn't got the heart to tell her that. ]

I don't think we have any professionals shoemaker around here, it was about time. Would you like to come into the studio and tell me a bit more about it? It's more comfortable than standing out here under the sun. Would you like some tea? If you can, eh...drink it.

[it's a bit rude of him to ask, since she can pretend if nothing else-- but even she doesn't know if she can or not and is a bit hesitant to try. In either case she lets it go, smiling]

Sí

I notice you don't wear any. Preference or otherwise?

[ He doesn't know the social norms that apply when you are talking to dead people, forgive him. But Dray ask only out of curiosity, cats be like that. ]

That means 'yes' right? Hector uses that word as well. [ He looks a bit sheepish at the question, one ear flickering for a moment. ] A bit of both. My people doesn't usually wear shoes. I like the ones humans make, they're pretty, but they don't fit my feet.

[ The shape is different, with his more prominent toe being the middle one instead. ] I'd probably wear them if I could find ones that didn't hurt.

I bet he does. [and lo siento and por favor and giving that look like a sad dog that's just been kicked -- and she knows he can't help it because he wears his heart right out in the open for anyone to see but that makes it all the more frustrating and it would be easier if he didn't mean it.

But regardless of what he meant why was she still having to deal with it? Couldn't she even go to another world without complete strangers talking about him and knowing his name? Knowing that at any moment he could stop lurking on the fringes and mope his way back into her life?

Or try-- oh he would try--

And there wasn't even her familia to support her. The only person she knew was that no good flojo and if he took one step to ward her... Well she wasn't going to tolerate it, that was all.

After a moment it suddenly occurs to her that they had been having a conversation]

Perdón, what were we talking about?

Ah, you know each other. [ It's more an afterthought than a question. Something in her matter-of-fact tone and the way she later seems to be lost in thought gives that away. ]

It's okay, ehm..shoes. My feet doesn't have the same one as those of a human, so I can't wear them.

I don't want to talk about him. [she makes a sharp gesture] Ever. Ever.

[she will not let him get so much of a finger hold in her life more than he has already.

After that she takes a deep breath and tries to calm down]

If you would like, I could make you a pair. A Rivera zapatera can fit any foot.

[and she's confident she can... if given enough time. Oh she'd learned how to make solid shoes and then some but structure had always been more of Victoria's expertise while her talents lay more on the business end of things. And gracias a Dios for that!]

Ah, I see. [ If Dray's tone of voice is any indication, he's sympathizing with her annoyance. He opens the door of the studio for them and lets out a small hiss. ] Men. Dead, alive...they're all the same. I got a boyfriend here and he left me a few days before Valentine. Talk about rudeness.

[ His annoyance soothes a little at her offer and Dray gives her a small smile. ] Really? That would be amazing! Let me know what kind of supplies you'd need and I can get them for you.

[she touches his shoulder in mute sympathy. She knows how that feels. Día de San Valentín wasn't exactly celebrated back when... back at that time, but regardless of the day, when people that you trusted leave-- When they love their dream so much more than they could ever--]

Oh, well, we'll have to see first what we're working with before I can decide that. Sit there, por favor. Do you have a tape measure or ruler?

[ It was his first boyfriend after dealing with abusers for a whole decade, it hurt in more than one way. He appreciates the comforting touch and gives the lady a small smile. ]

Ah, of course. Just give me a second. [ He uses both of that often so he only had to retrieve them from one of the tables. After handling the items to Imelda, Dray sits down as requested. ] You don't have to do anything too complicated. I don't want to stress over this or anything.

Well do you have anything in mind? [she makes a few measurements and takes notes on the notepad from her apron] Something simple? More stylish? [this is not stress, this is her home] Or perhaps just a basic design to see how you like it?

I like pretty things but I suppose that's not much of a description. [ He's never given it much thought, considering that Dray never expected to be able to use shoes at all. But if she really likes doing this then that would be a relief to know. ]

Let's go by something simple since it's the first time. Could you make them in turquoise? It's my favorite color.

Si. [though it might be a bit of an expense. If she can do it, it might open doors for her she might not otherwise have]

Do you do a lot of running or climbing?

I do both of those things often, yes. I hunt and fish my own food.

[ He likes to be self-sufficient, something she might understand. The extra money he makes with the studio is mostly to pay for extra expenses, food he can't get in any other way (lie candy!) or to buy people presents. ]

But I'd be wearing the shoes only here, while at work.

Very well. I can have that for you in...say two weeks? This time, gratis.

[she's not even sure that he will want another pair but it feels like an open door which is at least better than a closed one]

Oh, two weeks is really quick, thank you. [ Dray pauses for a moment, because the last word he understood and it finally clicked what language Imelda and Hector were speaking. He answers in Spanish, although that's not the word they use in his homeworld. ]

Oh, you speak Imrish. It's been a long while since I talked to someone in that language. Are you sure you don't want to get paid anything? I feel likes I'd be taking advantage of your generosity.

[she is surprised and pleased. She doesn't know Imrish but he speaks it beautifully]

Consider it a gift for inviting me in so readily.

[ Dray knows five different languages that fit those from earth, the problem is that in Arcadia, his homeworld, they're called different names. ]

Ah, thank you so much, you're a sweetheart. And I know how confusing things are when you're new here, I had trouble adapting too.

[she is nothing of the kind and wonders at people's insistence of using that term. It is just business. But she doesn't let her faint annoyance show show.]

How did you manage?

Maybe she's kinder than she realize. There's also the fact that most people in Dray's past had been awful to him, so everyone here is nice in comparison to the creatures in his world.]

I kept to myself at first. Hunt my own food, built my own house...I didn't had a job so no one could tell me what to do. But then I started talking with people. And it turns out most people here were just as confused and lonely as I was. But they were nice too and talking help us get closer.

[that sounds like a difficult life. She's had to do somewhat the same, if not exactly-- Forge her own way against the odds which had always been stacked against her. But she'd had her familia to help then. And now...]

I don't have much patience for other people. [and certainly not getting to know them]

That's why talking to people on the device is much easier than doing it in person You can just hang on them if they start to get on your nerves.

[ Perfect solution, he thinks. ]

It's her day off but I have someone helping me here at the studio for that reason. Sometimes people require a lot of attention and I need to focus on the projects I am doing. She's very good at handling people.

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