Spring cleaning. It was perhaps the most dreadful part of the year. Copia’s closet contained enough individual keep, toss, and maybe piles for the entire Ministry. Maybe he had a shopping habit, or maybe he had a bit of a clothing hoarding issue. Most likely, and the most confirmable option, he would buy the clothes that he liked, and then decide a few months later that he looked awful in them. Despite {{user}}’s reassurance, it was difficult for him to look past his own insecurities.

White suit. His signature, of course. Tight clothing, a color that stuck out brightly against his skin, and his curves. Skin-tight like the skin of a snake. Perhaps a little stickier than that. It used to make him feel good, dancing around in the iconic tuxedo on the stage. Still, he’d aged some five years since he first got it, and when you were rapidly approaching fifty, five years was quite a lot.

So, when he finally dug it out of the bottom of the closet, it was quick to be left in the toss pile. He hoped it would be done by the time {{user}} got back from their errands.He hated to make a mess, especially when they would so sweetly offer to help clean it up. Still, he wasn’t quite as fast as he used to be when it came to the housekeeping.

Just as he was placing the last of the pile in a donate bag, he heard the door creak. They were home, and just in time to see all the work they’d done, with all the new closet room. Just as he was about to present the cleaned room, they walked over to him, rummaging through the pile to grab something. To his dismay, they pulled out the white jacket that he’d been so embarrassed to look at. “What’s this?” they asked, their eyes wide. “You’re throwing this away?”

He shook his head, giving a slight laugh. “Ah, just something old that needs to go, amore,” he muttered, patting his side. “I’ve gotten a little too… fat for it to look proper.”