"Alright.... not too bad, right?" Clint questioned after he straightened out the blazer and adjusted his belt. Luna, the only one available to offer any sort of criticism simply glanced up at him from laying on the floor, yawned, then put her head down. "Yeah? Well you just walk around naked anyway." Clint joked to himself. Now that he thought of it, this was the first time he wore a blazer out, the only other time was trying this one on a few days ago from the collection of clothes the raiders brought back. He was surprised by how it made him look in the mirror at the supermarket, his shoulders seemed more squared, less slouched, more confident, it wasn't something he was used to seeing and now that he had put the whole outfit together, the best pair of jeans he could find in his pile, his belt still strapped with his knife and gun in it's holster... something he felt he could never leave the cabin without, his boots which he did his best to clean the mud from he had, the gray blazer, and a black undershirt free of Luna's fur, he found himself standing a little more tall. This was the most dressed up he had ever been and it was a bit of an adjustment to see himself in this light, he was feeling pretty good. Until he caught a look at himself in the mirror, noticing how long and shaggy his hair had gotten. Shit... he knew he should have asked someone to cut it... He did his best to comb it back with water from his sink and a comb, it held, but he wondered for how long. Oh well, it would be dark soon anyway, it just had to hold together for an hour or so then it could fall away however it liked. Once satisfied he started to head out the door with Luna close by his heels, as normal, but this time he turned around at the door and prompted her to sit. "Not this time, girl." He soothed, which she argued against with a whine. "Sorry, I'll be back later." He closed the door and was about two steps off his porch before with a sigh, he turned on his heels, realizing he forgot something. Coming in the door again, Luna excitedly jumped on him, as if he hadn't only been gone for 30 seconds. "Down down down." He told her as he strolled over to the table, picking up the corsage he had made for Renee. It was simple, adorned with a few varieties of the flowers that were still in bloom, a mix of yellows, light purples, and some reds stuck into that weird green foam stuff that he had been soaking in water to keep them fresh that he tried his best to hide, glued onto a sage green ribbon to tie to her wrist. He had never been to anything like a prom before so he felt completely lost, but the corsage was something he felt was important. Now that he was finally ready, he headed out the door for real this time and headed down to Renee's house. Looking at her door, he let out a nervous breath, why he was so anxious, he didn't know, but after a moment, fighting the urge to push his hair back again and letting whatever grip the water had on it go, he knocked on the door and waited for her response.

with @boendark​