[Mandy's been working on this basically since Christmas--not because the work was hard, but because she'd had to find scraps of fabric that looked decent together along with keeping it a secret from Arthur. Gildad had tried a few times to spoil the surprise, insisting the whole city should see her really working.
Not for the first time, Mandy wished the damn thing was a proper cat instead of...whatever it was.
But she'd managed to keep it all under wraps until today, thankful she'd already had Arthur's measurements from Halloween so she wasn't worried that making it a surprise would result in it needing altered. She probably should have made it a little longer in retrospect, but it had been difficult enough scrounging up the fabric she had to make it passably decent. Hopefully he wouldn't be too embarrassed by it; he'd seemed so happy on Halloween, and it had made her heart ache even more for the man he'd become, hating that the world had muted his colour just like it had hers.
While she would feel just fine giving it to him in public, she knows he'd probably get flustered, so instead she waits until she hears him stirring about in the kitchen--bless the boy, as much as she wants to tell him he doesn't need to play housemaker for her, it is still incredibly touching--before stepping out of her own room, Gildad perched on her shoulder looking far too mischevious for its own good, and the skirt held behind her back, not at all inconspicously. After all, she doesn't want to surprise him with the fact she got him something, just what it is]
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Not for the first time, Mandy wished the damn thing was a proper cat instead of...whatever it was.
But she'd managed to keep it all under wraps until today, thankful she'd already had Arthur's measurements from Halloween so she wasn't worried that making it a surprise would result in it needing altered. She probably should have made it a little longer in retrospect, but it had been difficult enough scrounging up the fabric she had to make it passably decent. Hopefully he wouldn't be too embarrassed by it; he'd seemed so happy on Halloween, and it had made her heart ache even more for the man he'd become, hating that the world had muted his colour just like it had hers.
While she would feel just fine giving it to him in public, she knows he'd probably get flustered, so instead she waits until she hears him stirring about in the kitchen--bless the boy, as much as she wants to tell him he doesn't need to play housemaker for her, it is still incredibly touching--before stepping out of her own room, Gildad perched on her shoulder looking far too mischevious for its own good, and the skirt held behind her back, not at all inconspicously. After all, she doesn't want to surprise him with the fact she got him something, just what it is]
Morning, birthday boy.