Having a bit of a break due to the weekend from what he normally had to do, Dorian moved into his room to finally sit down and finish his project. He opened his closet, pushed aside some of his regular clothes to pull out a garment bag that contained his latest costume. Smiling at his own handwork as he traced the dark blue patterns that danced and swirled over the black fabric, he left the cape and trousers in the bag and took the shirt to another room. There wasn’t much in the spare room save for a table with a sewing machine on it, a full-body triple mirror set, and mannequins confined to his and his sister’s sizes. Sitting down at the table, he clicked on the nearby lamp and placed the unfinished sleeve under the sewing machine.
There was a click as he turned the machine on, but nothing happened. With a confused look, Dorian flicked the power switch on and off a few times before sighing and searching for a screwdriver. After a few minutes of searching, he got the case off and, with an exasperated sigh, Dorian clenched his teeth and slammed his fist onto the desk.
“Of all the times you hade to fail,” he said, through gritted teeth. “It just had to be now…when I can finish and when I need to get my mind off of things….” The problem in and of itself was easy to fix, but Dorian didn’t have the ability to do so since the part he needed most likely wouldn’t be able to get to him fast enough. He had been so certain that he could’ve gotten this done before the next event, still about two weeks from now, but now…he’d be lucky to finish the day before.
It was after a few minutes of his head hitting the desk and grumbling before a thought came to Dorian. Maybe it was just from the looming headache he could feel coming on, but Dorian was certain he still had a way to get his costume done without needing to fix his sewing machine. “The home economics classroom…yes….” Cackling like a madman, he sprung from his chair and started to pace back and forth. “No one uses that room after school, and it shouldn’t take more than a few minutes or half an hour at most…oh Dorian, you sneaky devil….” He would’ve continued his cackling and musing before his phone buzzed in his pocket.
Pulling it out, he saw a text from Reina.
‘Wyd?’ It read. He hesitated for brief second before replying.
‘Not much, hby?’ A moment passed before he got a response.
‘Nothing really. Just wanted to tell you that I won’t be able to walk home with you on Friday.’ Dorian’s mind immediately started to race. Why wasn’t she going to walk home with him? Was she alright? Did her friends suggest something about Dorian?
‘Everything alright?’
‘Yeah, I’m fine. I just have something to do that afternoon. We can meet over the weekend if you want.’ A slight sense of ease came over him. It had been more likely from the start that she was just busy, but something still nagged at the back of his mind. Dorian, not being one to pry, agreed to the weekend meeting and told her that he’d drop by to her before laying his phone to the side. This really couldn’t have been more fortunate for him.
“I’ll just stay behind after school for a few minutes,” he mumbled to himself. “It really shouldn’t take me more than a few minutes to finish up that sleeve and I can still get finished with more than enough time.” He looked over his shoulder at his sewing machine. “Might as well get your part while I’m waiting, shouldn’t I? No reason to wait, really….”
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