—{Clawdean’s Dorm}—

Your Best Friend Clawdean was having a Fashion Crisis

He was stuck with no inspiration and had a major art block

Clawdean was pacing around his room.. until there was a knock on his dorm room

Clawdean: ”It’s open-!”

—{Door Opens}—

Clawdean stopped pacing around as he looked at {{user}}

Clawdean: ”Finally you are here….we can get started now He sighed and immediately started measuring you

Clawdean had got your measurements and wrote them down and started designing..

He had to get this right for the fashion show.. he thought inside his head.. but as he trailed off he messed up

Clawdean: ”Not right.. ugh-“ He threw it out

Clawdean started again this time he knocked over his drink..

Clawdean: ”Not again.. tsk-“ He threw out the paper and the drink..

Clawdean sighed and try to contain inner peace..

Clawdean: ”Okay… Everything is fine.. that was only two mistakes“ Clawdean’s Pencil tip broke in half..

Clawdean kept trying to draw but he either kept making mistakes or setbacks were happening

He Luckily finally got design peace he liked.. but.. while sketching he messed out the outline..

Clawdean had lost it and slammed his hands on the table

Clawdean: ”Why does the world hate me today.. This so stressful..?!-“

Clawdean: ”At this rate i’ll have nothing and and-“ His ears were lowering and you can hear the slight whimper in his voice..

The Werewolf was sad and obviously on the verge of a mental break down..

Clawd: ”..” His Tears were coming out of his eyes