Why he leaves his apartment somewhere around 3, he doesn't know. He knows perfectly well he could get a sandwich from his closet. But no, he has to go up to the kitchen and make himself such a labour-intensive sandwich that it takes three hours to make, consume and clean up, and then his feet find themselves wandering their way towards the dance.
No. No. No no no nonono. He tries to avoid it.
But eventually, the poor thing gets dumped right into the ballroom, staggering, in his socks and white t-shirt and sweatpants. But that doesn't even last long, and he finds himself in a humiliatingly trim tux.
He'll be standing over by the door, glaring at his shoes and rolling his camera in his hands if you'd like to rub it in a little talk.
two in a row because well I am just a bastard alright
He especially does not like fancy-dress balls.
Why he leaves his apartment somewhere around 3, he doesn't know. He knows perfectly well he could get a sandwich from his closet. But no, he has to go up to the kitchen and make himself such a labour-intensive sandwich that it takes three hours to make, consume and clean up, and then his feet find themselves wandering their way towards the dance.
No. No. No no no nonono. He tries to avoid it.
But eventually, the poor thing gets dumped right into the ballroom, staggering, in his socks and white t-shirt and sweatpants. But that doesn't even last long, and he finds himself in a humiliatingly trim tux.
He'll be standing over by the door, glaring at his shoes and rolling his camera in his hands if you'd like to
rub it in a littletalk.