[He waddles into his bedroom, and puts the mug of coffee on a table, and shuts the door, and promptly has a little bit of a panic attack. Not a big panic attack. It's not really substantial, but Gepard, at this point, realizes two things:
1. He's not really sure about the etiquette for what to wear when you have a...platonic friend/ally in your apartment, and said man just learned you were nude beneath your comforter. Does he dress up? Dress down? Dress like he'll head out after breakfast? Dress like he's going to stay in?
2. And he doesn't own much besides Silvermane uniforms to wear...he does have clothes which aren't that. But not much. He wishes he could corner Serval and demand help, except he doesn't because she'd get the wrong idea, and make things worse, and he doesn't have time, and-
He puts on a sweater. He puts on pants. It's very plain. He glances at a mirror and immediately regrets the fact that he's not fashionable, and then Gepard reminds himself that they're platonic and he wouldn't know the first thing about looking good for someone, let alone a mysterious someone, and- he picks up the coffee mug, takes another bracing drink, and heads out again. The food's plated, it smells delicious, and Figaro (what is his name, what is his name) is looking at some sad pots and Gepard winces.]
I know. [They're not all dead, but some of them are, and he's putting his best effort into keeping the ones which are struggling alive, but...they're struggling. In fact, Gepard walks over so he can look over Figaro's shoulder, and...
Gepard winces again. It's a struggler Figaro's looking at. At least it's probably not dead yet?] I'm not very good at keeping plants alive.
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Date: 2024-06-12 03:52 am (UTC)1. He's not really sure about the etiquette for what to wear when you have a...platonic friend/ally in your apartment, and said man just learned you were nude beneath your comforter. Does he dress up? Dress down? Dress like he'll head out after breakfast? Dress like he's going to stay in?
2. And he doesn't own much besides Silvermane uniforms to wear...he does have clothes which aren't that. But not much. He wishes he could corner Serval and demand help, except he doesn't because she'd get the wrong idea, and make things worse, and he doesn't have time, and-
He puts on a sweater. He puts on pants. It's very plain. He glances at a mirror and immediately regrets the fact that he's not fashionable, and then Gepard reminds himself that they're platonic and he wouldn't know the first thing about looking good for someone, let alone a mysterious someone, and- he picks up the coffee mug, takes another bracing drink, and heads out again. The food's plated, it smells delicious, and Figaro (what is his name, what is his name) is looking at some sad pots and Gepard winces.]
I know. [They're not all dead, but some of them are, and he's putting his best effort into keeping the ones which are struggling alive, but...they're struggling. In fact, Gepard walks over so he can look over Figaro's shoulder, and...
Gepard winces again. It's a struggler Figaro's looking at. At least it's probably not dead yet?] I'm not very good at keeping plants alive.