“Holiday Spirit” [Luna & Gill]
@petitellune
He’s grimmer than usual around the holidays, as most public officials tend to be. He’s had a clipboard tucked under his arm for the last two weeks, and today is no exception. He’d probably still have a clipboard on him on the entirety of Christmas day if his father allowed him through the Town Hall doors.
“Forced (against his will) to relax" is exactly the way one might describe the tense buzz of “holiday spirit” that surrounds him around this time of year.
Today he slips into Sonata Tailoring like a little grey cloud, hovering at the back counter like a harbinger of rain. Or of snow, probably, given how much of it has already blanketed the town, which he’s already been careful to tap off his shoes at the front door so as not to trek through the tidy little shop.
He taps the bell beside the register, then waits patiently - letting his gaze linger on the sweaters nearest to him in quiet contemplation. He might have even taken a second to shop had he not come with official business; the sweater closest to him looks like something he might be inclined to wear. He allows himself a brief touch as he lifts the sweater’s arm, however-- feeling the fabric between his fingers.
