[ Either the dragon is in a netter mood after the reflective hour of getting home and taking a shower… or he’s just getting used to navigating Cadence. A sigh, but he finds a neutral and rather positive response to picking up the phone and reading her snarky messages. ]
But… she’s coming. Hm.
[ The phone goes back on his sink countertop as he looks up into the mirror. Clay finds the comb next to his hand soap and slicks his hair back. Another sigh and he stops short- and for a moment wonders why he’s nervous but realizes that it’s relief he’s feeling as he looks at his own expression, and looks at the half a smile given to it. ]
She’s coming.
Fine. I’m wearing black, so just avoid blue if you can so we don’t clash. It also won’t match with your gift.
[ As he often did when thinking about something precious, Clay’s hand goes to the felted box sitting by the tie he’s picked also lying next to him. His bare shoulders rise and fall when he looks at himself again. Lips draw tight as he passes a judgmental look. ]
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But… she’s coming. Hm.
[ The phone goes back on his sink countertop as he looks up into the mirror. Clay finds the comb next to his hand soap and slicks his hair back. Another sigh and he stops short- and for a moment wonders why he’s nervous but realizes that it’s relief he’s feeling as he looks at his own expression, and looks at the half a smile given to it. ]
She’s coming.
Fine. I’m wearing black, so just avoid blue if you can so we don’t clash. It also won’t match with your gift.
[ As he often did when thinking about something precious, Clay’s hand goes to the felted box sitting by the tie he’s picked also lying next to him. His bare shoulders rise and fall when he looks at himself again. Lips draw tight as he passes a judgmental look. ]
You are truly a fool this time.