florent fancies up his horns

Florent has a date tonight, and he’s not entirely sure that he will be going to it. Sure, the bun who approached him and offered a night out seemed like a perfectly good fellow. And sure, he would likely have a delightful time at that park and then the movie. Really, there wasn’t any indication that it would be anything but a great date. 

However, of course, he still is not sure he will be going to it. No fault of the potential partner, of course. No, the issue Florent is having is one of his own means. 

His problem is that the couch is just splendidly comfortable.The green polyester was only a little itchy, and the rumpled pillowcases on the throw pillows were almost not annoying. The seats of the couch were sliding slowly onto the floor, and the backing pillows were similarly slumping. Definitely, definitely comfortable. That’s definitely the reason that Florent has not moved yet. 

At least, that’s what someone who did not know Florent would assume at first glance at the bun lounging for hours on this truly annoying couch that he sort of wants to drag to the curb and replace completely. No, the true reason for his inclination to stay stagnant and stand up his perfectly lovely date was different.

He had no idea what to wear. He visualizes each idea in his wardrobe in his mind from the couch, and none of them hold up to what he wants. Too long in the sleeves, too short above the ankles. Imperfect, or old, or just not a complete outfit. More than anything, everything seemed like it would just be too simple. And that’s not an insult most of the time, Florent had a fondness for simple looking things like pure white tea sets or basic haygrass. But for a first date, he certainly wasn’t feeling simple as a look. He needed something a bit more.

From his lounging position on the couch, Florent lets out a long, loud sigh. If only there was something he could do to make the outfits feel bigger, more complex. More put together. But there’s not enough time to go shopping, and all of outfits that seem even half-decent bases weren’t really the type of outfits to wear regular jewelry on top of. 

But… that’s body jewelry. Bracelets and necklaces and rings. That says nothing of neck up… Florent muses, and manages to pull themselves into a sitting position. He’s sure he has some horn jewelry packed away in some box somewhere, and when he puts it all together in his mind it seems perfect.

A few minutes of hustle and bustle later, he’s changed into the dress he’s only 70% satisfied with. However, staring himself down in the mirror he carefully wraps the gold and green horn jewelry around the horn stumps. It clings tight, and he looks at his handiwork with satisfaction as it all looks perfectly in place. 

That’s what was missing in all of the calculations he was making sitting on the couch, he decides.

Looks like he won’t be standing that nice young man up after all.