preparations for a ball (krow)
“Two weeks,” Krow sighed, looking over the mess of fabric that could become a suit.
“Two weeks since the end of the maze. Two weeks until the masquerade. What's with all the two weeks?” It asked no one in particular. “Can't I get two weeks of peace? And, no, the two weeks in the maze doesn't count, either. I was just counting down the days of my death.” Krow fitted the red patterned fabric into the sewing machine, turning it on.
“At least Crumbs alive, I mean. I guess the whole “I don't care about you but I'm still betting on you” schtick worked. That's good.” It rambled, not really paying attention to the sewing, moreso staying awake. Being sleep deprived near tons of needles isn't healthy, it realizes. Oh well.
It takes the fabric out of the machine and switches the thread out. It wants to look like an eyesore at the party, and having full on red and black’ll work. Hey, at least it's not as bad as the stage room walls!
“Tasia was way better at this than me. She was great at sewing, really. Oh well. Now she's dead, so what can I do?” It questioned the air, waiting for a response. “Nah, I can just cry again. That usually helps.” Krow jokes, carefully grabbing a safety pin for the cloth.
“Wonder how Scotts doing. If he's even alive, I mean. Last time I saw him he was poisoned by me. No, no, I'm not counting that weirdly vivid and realish hallucination. Stop that.” It waved its hand, as if dismissing someone. Unfortunately, though, no one is there, so it looks as if it's crazy. It is, really. Just dont tell it that.
It really needs some coffee. Or sleep, if you're that generous. Krow, however, isnt. So it keeps on working near the stabby things, as if it's not gonna pass out on top of them. “Imagine the look on Percy’s face if he ever saw me in this! It’d be hilarious. All like, “oh no Krow what have you done!!! This is garbage and I'm not letting it ever see the light of day again!!!!” Pffff.”
“I think this’ll be the first time I've ever worn a suit, really. I never wore one as a wallman, and I woke up here before they could put me in one for the maze interviews. Don’t think I had one as a rat, either. That's cool.” It nodded, switching out fabrics again.
“Wonder how dad would react. He wore dresses more often than suits, though. Like that one wedding with the butler. No clue what that was about, but it was definitely funny!” It snorted, fastening another safety pin onto the material as it laid it down on top of the desk. Three down, many more to go. Oh, and not to mention the corset, either. Mmm. Fun.
“I wonder what Crumbs doing for her outfit. Blue? Or black? It’d be funny if she rolled up to the masquerade decked out in bright red.” It paused for a second, grabbing another needle. “Ooo, then Olive could go in black! We’d all be matching!”
“Okay, okay. Sew the two front pieces together, press down the seams, yada yada. Split down the middle is going to take so long!” Krow complained, grabbing the waistcoat pattern to look at it again. Two weeks to finish its outfit, it can do this! Yeah. Totally. Mhm. It’s gonna need a lot more beer after this.
“Why didn’t I just get someone else to do this for me? Oh well. At least I know I'm going to look good. I should probably stop talking to myself, though. . .”
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“Oh my gods.” Olive sighed, turning off the light. “Asleep at the desk. Again. I don't see what's so hard with getting up and walking to its room?” They shook her head, grabbing a blanket from its couch. “I'm gonna steal from it and it won't even notice at this rate. It rarely leaves this office anymore. Krow should really just turn this into its bedroom, if it hasn't already.”
“Good night, idiot. Hope you have a terrible sleep!” Fizz jokes, patting her “sibling” on the head. “See ya tomorrow.” They smiled, carefully making its way out of the room.