self respect

forever goes through it.

Legit this is not beta read or anything. Not for the faint of heart
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Does he look good? Forever made sure his braid was done up nice and such, gazing into the mirror. Who was that handsome man? That tired yet fulfilled man staring back at him? He practiced his smile, ready to go defend why the islands residents should be alloted more gasoline.

His thoughts mushed together, what if Cucurucho said no? What would he say to Tubbo who had asked him so sweetly to go ask for more? He swallowed down his thoughts with a cookie from the plate Bad had given to him.

Right! Finish the outfit. He scurried around the room, grabbing a blue jacket to put on Over top his button up. It felt a little snug around his shoulders but that was normal! Forever was a buff guy, stuff was usually snug on him.

Till he tried to button the front. "What?" He mumbled, his tail stopped wagging when he realized there was something in the way of his jacket being closed all the way. His gut.

When did that happen? The jacket fit just fine two weeks ago...

He tried it again, managing to suck in enough that he could get the buttons done up. They strained a bit when he stopped sucking in but hopefully it wasn't that noticeable.

He felt embarassed, how did this happen? His mind started swarming as he left his office, headed for the meeting room to speak with Cucurucho. He'd always been, mamadisimo! Proud of having his shirt off and well built. A bit of pudge wasn't the end of the world yet he still wondered when the change had started.

Did others notice?

Why hadn't anyone said something? Was he that unapproachable that no one wanted to tell him?

He'd always been muscular, what changed? Forever played through the events in his mind and realized his lifestyle had taken a complete shift. From building and excavating land with his bare hands to sitting at a desk all day doing paperwork and he was still eating the same amount if not more.

He ate whatever he pleased without so much as a second thought-

"Hello"
Oh right, Federation meeting. Forever looked up at Cucurucho with his bright happy smile, sitting down across from them.

He was uncomfortably aware of how snug his jacket was in the stuffy room.

"Cucurucho! So good to see you" his tail wagged excitedly as he tasted to explain the wants of the people. As he'd been elected to do.

"Gasoline is rationed based on each islanders need. Not want" Cucurucho responded coldly. "Tubbo Underscore does not need to build heavy machinery, he will not be given more gasoline".

Forever deflated. Failed again.

"Is there anything else that you need?" Cucurucho's dark brown eyes looked over the nervous werewolf.  It typed on its small tablet to make a new message vome out of its throat "A new suit? That looks tight on you. Buttons are going to break".

Forever wanted to fall over and die right there. He felt stupid taking critique about his appearance from some disgusting amalgamation of polar bear and robot. Yet it still stung, the fact someone could tell  that he put on weight.

"No thank you" he said quickly, plastering his smile back to his face "I'm working on it, getting used to my desk job" he explained.

Forever waited patientlybas it typed again "I have a book on self respect. If you would benefit from it I can lend it to you". Cucurucho said blankly.

Forever grit his teeth "No that's fine, I'll figure it out".

"Enjoy the Island Mr President".

Forever skunked back to his desk, already drafting a letter for Tubbo.