#mcllypocket

his shower is quick, and for someone who's rarely a nervous wreck, he's definitely one right now. each movement to redress himself back into his "normal" clothing is slow, not that he's dreading seeing her or something, he's just dreading embarrassing himself somehow. through his tough exterior, there is a soft, dorky, bear underneath all that.

he probably should have thought of it earlier, but thank god for doordash — before he makes his way to the makeup stations, he steps outside and picks up an order of a dozen roses, only the best for her. his hands are clammy, he feels a little faint, it's been so long since he's done something so out of character for himself, but there's a certain excitement and magic... whimsy... to it.