As he puts on a shiny, newly polished uniform, that he constructed himself, he sees his glimmering pin. With careful consideration, he takes the shiny pin, which it reminded him of his childhood and all the academic achievements he achieved. With a careful and steady hand, he put the pin through the carefully woven fabric in which he wove himself. The suit was far from perfect, with few imperfections and some parts were slightly uneven. Holes were in the suit—all the mistakes he had made while constructing it. Even with his considerable gentleness, he was not able to wove it perfectly. The process was tedious, but it was the only thing he could do.

The glimmering pin shimmered in the light, reflecting his stylish appearance through its shiny and smooth silver. 

The cloth was stretched out and littered with holes. The pin even looked out of place, as it was slightly curved and not straight. His tie was left slightly curved and his fly was left ajar, and he seemed to not care as he buttoned up the suit. 

The buttons were more like squares than circles, as he had also had to contract them himself, and it was possibly even more difficult than that of the suit. He grunted trying to fit the buttons through each, irritatingly sensitive hole. He felt like he would never get it, so eventually he stuck a piece of tape to it and called it a day. Since the tape was transparent, it was hardly noticeable besides the fact that the button was clearly not stuck into the hole. Making the holes, he had to carefully string a knife through the suit and keep pressing the buttons through it to see if he could even fit it through it. 

As he taped the rest of the buttons, his face stretched into a wide, stylish smile. Then he adjusted his collar, which still remained imperfect, and then proceeded to turn around. He was ready.