Sweater Shenanigans!
Glisten tilts his head, looking in the mirror perched on his vanity, as he touches up his eyeshadow. He sets his soft makeup brush down, checking his makeup one last time, and finally decides it was good enough. The mirror toon puts his things into his makeup bag on his tidy vanity, getting up from his seat. He throws on his Gucci coat to brave the wintry weather, preparing to get groceries.
As he makes his way toward the door, he passes the laundry room, and notices Boxten inside, humming as he did the laundry.
He stops to admire him for a second, planning to tell him he was going to go the store, before Glisten’s eyes freeze in place on what Boxten was holding; what he was about to put in the washing machine.
The mirror freezes in horror at the sight, before screaming, “STOOOOOOOP!!!!!!!!”
Boxten looks up, disturbed, to see Glisten running at him full speed. He had about one second to react before the mirror crashed into him, sending him sprawling on the floor.
A couple seconds later, guilt washed over Glisten, getting up and looking at his discombobulated boyfriend. Oh well, he thought. Besides, he had saved the sweater.
Boxten looks up, confused, to see Glisten standing over him, offering a hand. “Wha- why- huh?” He manages to say as he took Glisten’s hand, managing to stand up, albeit a little dazed.
“Sorry about that, darling,” Glisten says, looking at him with concern and a bit of shame in his gaze. “You okay?” He asks.
“I think so, thanks,” Boxten says, still confused and a little dizzy. “Mind explaining the reason you felt you needed to tackle me like a football player?” He asks with a hint of amusement in his voice, and Glisten manages to look a bit ashamed.
“Well, uhm,” Glisten manages to begin, “The sweater you were holding, uhm,”
Boxten looks at the sweater he was about to put in the wash, cast away and forgotten when he fell. It was quite beautiful, like most of the pieces in Glisten’s wardrobe; speckled with intricately woven, multicolored thread that danced in the sunlight. “Yeah, what about it?”
“That’s my limited-edition, once-in-a-lifetime availability Louis Vuitton sweater I got in New York a year ago,” He starts. “It’s wool. You can’t wash that. I was not about to let 5 grand go to waste.”
“Oh. Uh, I didn’t know that. Thanks for telling me, but did you think there was maybe a better way to handle that, maybe with less tackling and potential head injuries?” Boxten asks, and Glisten manages to look down in guilt, shuffling his feet.
“Yeah, maybe. Sorry, dear.” Glisten quickly gets a compact mirror out, checking his makeup. “Hm, at least my makeup didn’t smudge. Back to what I was originally going to say, I’m gonna get some things from the store and pick up some things from the post office. See you later,” He finishes, planting a kiss on Boxten’s cheek before gathering his coat again.
Glisten goes out to the front door, puts on his shoes, then gets his keys and unlocks the front door to his luxury, high-rise penthouse and steps out, shutting the door behind him and locking it.
He begins to make his way down the hall to the elevator, admiring the skyline veiw from the windows as he passes them.
He finally makes his way to the elevators, and presses a button with a soft ding! Soon enough, the elevator opens to reveal an empty metal box, and Glisten steps inside, presses the button for the ground floor, and watches as the skyline rises above his head as he descends.