That plan had gone perfectly. Just peachy. Worse than a spectacular failure; he'd simply waited on pins and needles with his adrenaline coursing as he waited for... for...
nothing.
The result was a physically fatigued Envy in the morning, too sore from the tension of waiting and the mental weight of realizing there had been no result. He was almost too exhausted to argue with his nurse over the subject of his clothing, but he simply refused to wear those cumbersome messes they called jeans. Argued as they did about the weather and social conventions, his nurse on that day seemed particularly lenient, and finally went to exchange his baggy jeans for a well worn knee length plaid skirt. Better than nothing, he supposed, as he pulled up his black socks that weren't likely supposed to be knee socks, but he liked covering more of his ankle all the same. He shoved his hands into the pockets of the plain hooded sweatshirt and rightfully moped like the pissed off adolescent he was as he was lead into the bus for an 'outing'.
no subject
nothing.
The result was a physically fatigued Envy in the morning, too sore from the tension of waiting and the mental weight of realizing there had been no result. He was almost too exhausted to argue with his nurse over the subject of his clothing, but he simply refused to wear those cumbersome messes they called jeans. Argued as they did about the weather and social conventions, his nurse on that day seemed particularly lenient, and finally went to exchange his baggy jeans for a well worn knee length plaid skirt. Better than nothing, he supposed, as he pulled up his black socks that weren't likely supposed to be knee socks, but he liked covering more of his ankle all the same. He shoved his hands into the pockets of the plain hooded sweatshirt and rightfully moped like the pissed off adolescent he was as he was lead into the bus for an 'outing'.
[Hoho!]