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thenearshore2017-09-29 04:20 pm
artificialrose) wrote in thenearshore2017-09-29 04:20 pm
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il faut reculer pour mieux sauter
Who: Garry and Komaeda
What: Garry has some thoughts to work through. Clearly Komaeda will be a helpful guiding force that won't shove his foot into his own mouth gladly.
When: End of August
Where: Komaeda's Temple
Warnings: Talk about gender and fears of transphobia
For not the first time since they finished investigating and shopping at the department store, Garry stares down at the clothes he's spread across his bed and frowns.
They're not bad choices, really. He doesn't necessarily regret getting them. It's just that he knows they're not the kind of clothing really see on a lanky guy. Skirts, or soft pastel colors, or the kind of patterns he'd ferreted out. Finding things that would even fit him is something he's quite proud about, honestly. Even just in the men's section, it had been a challenge.
Still. Curling in his chest is a little bit of uncertainty, and more than a fair share of anxiety. Heaven has been very kind so far, with lots of good people. But the one that hasn't been, well... Shaking his head, he sighs and picks up a small cutesy hair clip he'd gotten at the store. Maybe this is just making a mountain out of a mole hill- and possibly bothering his god, as well.
Yet for as much as he tries, Garry can't hep stewing over it a little bit as he leaves his room, turning the clip inbetween his fingers.
What: Garry has some thoughts to work through. Clearly Komaeda will be a helpful guiding force that won't shove his foot into his own mouth gladly.
When: End of August
Where: Komaeda's Temple
Warnings: Talk about gender and fears of transphobia
For not the first time since they finished investigating and shopping at the department store, Garry stares down at the clothes he's spread across his bed and frowns.
They're not bad choices, really. He doesn't necessarily regret getting them. It's just that he knows they're not the kind of clothing really see on a lanky guy. Skirts, or soft pastel colors, or the kind of patterns he'd ferreted out. Finding things that would even fit him is something he's quite proud about, honestly. Even just in the men's section, it had been a challenge.
Still. Curling in his chest is a little bit of uncertainty, and more than a fair share of anxiety. Heaven has been very kind so far, with lots of good people. But the one that hasn't been, well... Shaking his head, he sighs and picks up a small cutesy hair clip he'd gotten at the store. Maybe this is just making a mountain out of a mole hill- and possibly bothering his god, as well.
Yet for as much as he tries, Garry can't hep stewing over it a little bit as he leaves his room, turning the clip inbetween his fingers.