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Week 22- Sunday
Who: James and Fisher
What: Movie time!
Where: Fisher's Room
Why: Fuck Tuesday!
Fisher stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on his closet door, trying to decide if he liked or hated how his new clothes made him look. He'd gone shopping with Ita yesterday, and she'd picked out some things that (she said) looked nice on him. But he wasn't sure. He hadn't worn anything not-gothy in over ten years, so this was a pretty big change.
"I feel like a fag," he told himself, in complete sincerity. Fisher was never really one to be PC. Still, the colors were a nice change on the eyes. "But I think I need a haircut," he mused. "Stringy, messy goth hair is not good with Express for Men. The Queer Eye guys would shoot me down."
As he twirled a few times, observing all angles, there was a sharp knock on the door. He figured it was Ita (who else could it be?), and thought she'd appreciate that he was wearing the clothes she'd picked out. When he opened the door, though, there was not a perky blonde standing there. "Uh-" he said, his voice strangled. Well shit.
What: Movie time!
Where: Fisher's Room
Why: Fuck Tuesday!
Fisher stood in front of the full length mirror that hung on his closet door, trying to decide if he liked or hated how his new clothes made him look. He'd gone shopping with Ita yesterday, and she'd picked out some things that (she said) looked nice on him. But he wasn't sure. He hadn't worn anything not-gothy in over ten years, so this was a pretty big change.
"I feel like a fag," he told himself, in complete sincerity. Fisher was never really one to be PC. Still, the colors were a nice change on the eyes. "But I think I need a haircut," he mused. "Stringy, messy goth hair is not good with Express for Men. The Queer Eye guys would shoot me down."
As he twirled a few times, observing all angles, there was a sharp knock on the door. He figured it was Ita (who else could it be?), and thought she'd appreciate that he was wearing the clothes she'd picked out. When he opened the door, though, there was not a perky blonde standing there. "Uh-" he said, his voice strangled. Well shit.