JW leaned against the outside of Something's Fishy, exhausted and anxious. He had one hand tucked away in his coat pocket, the other clutching his phone in a death grip. He cleaned up nice as he could without going overboard and becoming a cartoon of himself--a dark baggy jacket to better hide his shape, his logo-bearing work tee beneath that and jeans. He felt naked without his apron.
He'd polished his antlers but forgot to comb his hair.
AND SO IT CAME TO PASS
JW leaned against the outside of Something's Fishy, exhausted and anxious. He had one hand tucked away in his coat pocket, the other clutching his phone in a death grip. He cleaned up nice as he could without going overboard and becoming a cartoon of himself--a dark baggy jacket to better hide his shape, his logo-bearing work tee beneath that and jeans. He felt naked without his apron.
He'd polished his antlers but forgot to comb his hair.