Post by .magnarock. on Jan 14, 2008 19:31:25 GMT
[this is about a week after term has started]
Tobi was sulking boredly in the corner of a squashy sofa, picking at the frayed edge of his croched [crow-shade?] jumper; a gift from his great aunt Murial who lived in Holland and who had reasoned that if it wasn't June, the only correct thing to wear had to be made from cashmere.
It was very soft though, and one of this seasons colours, mahogany cream,[basically auberny] and he enjoyed leaning on the fashionably lengthy sleves and feeling it tickle his cheek slightly.
He sighed, blowing a loose strand of fringe briefly, and looked to the stairs of the girls dormitories, Donna and Elsie were doing makeup without him again. Not that he wanted to actually wear any, goodness no, he thought. I just like putting it on other people..
Another sigh escaped him as he thought of all the fun they were probably having. Chatting, giggling, 'no doubt making some horrendous mistakes in their foundation, blush and blending.' He muttered to himself bitterly.
Being a guy is no fun at all, you can't wear pretty dresses or makeup or do your hair nice, or giggle, or wear those gee-orgus Ugs in WikkiWitchy, or heels. My god! Girls have all the fun.
He scowled further into his cashmere sleeve and imagined a world where girls were the smelly, fashion deprived, trouser-only wearing ones.
Tobi was sulking boredly in the corner of a squashy sofa, picking at the frayed edge of his croched [crow-shade?] jumper; a gift from his great aunt Murial who lived in Holland and who had reasoned that if it wasn't June, the only correct thing to wear had to be made from cashmere.
It was very soft though, and one of this seasons colours, mahogany cream,[basically auberny] and he enjoyed leaning on the fashionably lengthy sleves and feeling it tickle his cheek slightly.
He sighed, blowing a loose strand of fringe briefly, and looked to the stairs of the girls dormitories, Donna and Elsie were doing makeup without him again. Not that he wanted to actually wear any, goodness no, he thought. I just like putting it on other people..
Another sigh escaped him as he thought of all the fun they were probably having. Chatting, giggling, 'no doubt making some horrendous mistakes in their foundation, blush and blending.' He muttered to himself bitterly.
Being a guy is no fun at all, you can't wear pretty dresses or makeup or do your hair nice, or giggle, or wear those gee-orgus Ugs in WikkiWitchy, or heels. My god! Girls have all the fun.
He scowled further into his cashmere sleeve and imagined a world where girls were the smelly, fashion deprived, trouser-only wearing ones.
