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❧ ▒ “ Hmmm… Well, I have to say, you’re fairly okay without my help. Still, you’d look good in this. ” @attitxde

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👗 if you feel up to it? no worries if not! <3
Send Me A “👗” And My Muse Will Dress Yours {Open}
❧ ▒ “ Hmmm… Well, I have to say, you’re fairly okay without my help. Still, you’d look good in this. ” @attitxde
"Heyy, X!" Archer greeted the younger man happily when he made an appearance. "I'm happy to see you got my text." The executive motioned for his subordinate to sit next to him on the sofa. Afterwards, he placed two wrapped boxes on his lap. The first being a jewelry box containing a koffing pin with pastel rainbow smoke, the other containing an Urban Decay pallet. "I found these and thought of you. Happy Pride!" The pin was most obviously custom made and likely because of his jacket.
If X had known this was why he was being called over, he might not have shown up. For the most part, he tried to pretend this month was normal. Because for most people, it was anyway, right?
Archer sort of made that difficult though, gift or no gift. The halls hung with reminders of what time of year it was, and X’s chest clinched every time he passed a poster.
There was going to be an event. But he couldn’t go. Even if allies were going to be there, most people would assume people there were queer and he felt the air getting stuffy at the thought of how he’d behave around the Executive and how obvious it would be.
It made his stomach churn, thinking about how there were people who could feel proud and excited to be them and who took the phobia head-on while he was ashamed to admit he even thought a guy could be cute.
And, you know, maybe he should’ve known. That this was what Archer was going for. But he was trying so hard to feign normalcy that he’d probably thought this call was a normal one. And maybe Archer still had that in mind, but X certainly didn’t once he started feeling nauseous.
“I um--” He stared, blankly, at the gifts, hand hovering slightly over them while he tried to find the words. If he didn’t soon enough, the water building in his eyes would betray him, first. “I dunno if I can take this--”