Edwin Mercier (undercovergoth) wrote in zenithrp, @ 2017-11-17 21:37:00 |
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Entry tags: | #day 099, edwin, oliver |
Who: Edwin & Oliver
When: Around 8:30pm
Where: Edwin's room
It took a little bit of convincing for Edwin to get Oliver to agree to go spend New Year's with everyone else. Edwin didn't mind another cozy night with Oliver and the dogs, but since it was another holiday, apparently, and it had been a few days since he had been social, he thought it would be nice to make an appearance. Yes, half of that desire came from the nice suit that had been left for him, but it also couldn't hurt to show up and let people know that they still existed. Maybe he'd even bump into Cecilia and see if there was a way for her and Oliver to recover from that fight they had on the network. That wasn't his priority, though.
Mostly, Edwin just wanted to dress up and be pretty again. And with how long he usually spent making sure he looked perfect, he had started early, anticipating that it would take him longer now that his mobility was limited. He hadn't been wrong. Thankfully he had cleaned up his beard a bit the day before, so that cut off some time, though he'd probably decide to groom a little more before he made it out the door. He had managed to get his pants on by himself, and while he needed a little help getting the dress shirt on, he could handle the buttons on his shirt just fine one-handed. But then, getting his cast through the sleeve had been a nightmare and a half, even after unbuttoning the sleeve's cuff. The t-shirts and PJs that he had been living in the past few days had offered no resistance, , which apparently gave him a false sense of security. He was pretty sure he had heard the shirt tear when he forced his arm through, but he couldn't twist his arm to figure out where the fabric had torn, and by the end of it, he had started avoiding eye contact with Oliver so his boyfriend wouldn't know how irritated the whole shirt thing was making him. He hated every time Oliver had to see his bruised torso, anyway, and now the shirt didn't even fit.
"Maybe I'll just wear the jacket over my shoulders," he sighed, knowing that there was no chance the jacket's sleeve would go over the cast. "Did you see where my tie went?"