Shit, you didn’t expect her to succumb to your pleading so eagerly. Normally it takes at least a little more pushing. Figures the only time you aren’t ready for company is when she's rushing to your hive-step. So much for your room. You should go make yourself presentable at the least. Starting with that accursed left sight-seeker. Can’t risk leaving that out for too long. You can almost feel it getting to you already.
You head to your little cleansing room, rummaging the cabinets for any bandage wrap, cloth, anything useful. As you stand up, empty handed of course, you are greeted by a gruff, sunken visage. You’ve never looked worse, and that’s by your standards.
That thick mop of silk you call hair is matted and tangled, leaking over your shoulders like black spew. The velvety outer-skin of your horns is chipped and peeling around the sharp angled shapes. Normally that’s a given for your outer horns. Curled bastards are a nightmare to shed. But even your simple pointy stubs are getting patchy.
This is part of why you haven’t looked at yourself in a while. As if denying what terrible shape you’re in will fix it. Even with one blurry eye you can tell what a wreck you are. But you remind yourself you aren’t here to deal with adolescent body issues. There are much worse things your moirail could see that you absolutely need to cover up.
RIP AND TEAR, SET FABRIC FREE. SHRED YOUR LOVELY PATTERNED SLEEVE!
Seems your favorite flannel has more uses than looking totally cool. The long sleeve is the perfect length to wrap and secure tightly over your funky (funny word for eye). In fact, you think it looks kind of badass. You tear off the other sleeve to even it out. Oh yeah, now you’re hot shit.
Heading out the cleansing room, you hear an absurd amount of pinging from your communication box. Did word of how badass you look get out that fast? Are you the new hip cool guy? Can you finally start up your dream detective series starring you and a quirky side kick?
Of course not. But there is an even cooler and tougher guy messaging you. There’s always bigger fish. Best not keep him waiting.