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EquinoxSol
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Cyril slouched on the couch, his hood pulled up over his eyes. He wasn't doing much, just sitting there, but anyone who knew him for long knew that he was deep in thought when he was like this. When he finally looked up, it took him a moment to remember where he was. Livia's basement.
Cyril's longtime friend Livia owned a goth and steampunk boutique, and she let Cyril sleep in her basement whenever he couldn't return home. In exchange, Cyril would don a set of dark clothes and help around the boutique. Yawning as he checked the time, seeing that the store would open in thirty minutes, he pushed his hood down, standing up.
Sighing, he walked up the steps to the door that led to the back of the store. Livia was there, drinking her usual morning coffee, already adorned in a short black skirt, tight black buttonup, with all the buttons except for the middle one undone so that her lacey bra was free for anyone to see, and her favored thigh-high boots that she loved so much. Around her neck hung several paganistic necklaces, and she had heavy dark eyeliner.
Forcing himself not to oggle at her breasts, which was pretty difficult, all things considered, Cyril moved his green eyes to her dark brown ones. "Um," he said, "What do you want me to wear today...?" Normally, she would have him in some sort of industrial goth getup, all long jackets and camo pants, making him feel unbelievably weird whenever a cute girl walked in. However, Livia insisted that Cyril looked "H. O. T. Hot," when he was dressed like that, and obviously did so for the eye candy.
"I was thinking that you'd be in the Victorian line today, y'know, the top hat, cane, and longcoat. I was thinking that we could get a headstart on the Victoria Con this year, since last year we didn't start early enough and had a shitton of leftover stuff. You'd look nice in Victorian clothes, I think, and I'm pretty sure our friend the Corsetted Beauty would think you could be her dark Romeo." With an evil smile, Livia stood up, downing the rest of her coffee in one go. "C'mon, I'll get your clothes."
By the time Livia opened up shop, Cyril was dressed in a long dark overcoat, a vest, slacks, a dark purple buttonup, and dress shoes. To add to the effect, Livia placed a tophat on his head, made him don a pocketwatch, to be placed in the vest pocket, and giving him a cane to carry around. Frowning at himself in the mirror that was in the breakroom, Cyril sighed, brushing his black hair out of his eyes so that he looked more old-fashioned.
Heading out into the store, he stood at the counter, a bored expression immediately coming to his face. Typically, goths didn't get up early, and it was always slow before noon almost all the time.
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Rules:
Cyril's longtime friend Livia owned a goth and steampunk boutique, and she let Cyril sleep in her basement whenever he couldn't return home. In exchange, Cyril would don a set of dark clothes and help around the boutique. Yawning as he checked the time, seeing that the store would open in thirty minutes, he pushed his hood down, standing up.
Sighing, he walked up the steps to the door that led to the back of the store. Livia was there, drinking her usual morning coffee, already adorned in a short black skirt, tight black buttonup, with all the buttons except for the middle one undone so that her lacey bra was free for anyone to see, and her favored thigh-high boots that she loved so much. Around her neck hung several paganistic necklaces, and she had heavy dark eyeliner.
Forcing himself not to oggle at her breasts, which was pretty difficult, all things considered, Cyril moved his green eyes to her dark brown ones. "Um," he said, "What do you want me to wear today...?" Normally, she would have him in some sort of industrial goth getup, all long jackets and camo pants, making him feel unbelievably weird whenever a cute girl walked in. However, Livia insisted that Cyril looked "H. O. T. Hot," when he was dressed like that, and obviously did so for the eye candy.
"I was thinking that you'd be in the Victorian line today, y'know, the top hat, cane, and longcoat. I was thinking that we could get a headstart on the Victoria Con this year, since last year we didn't start early enough and had a shitton of leftover stuff. You'd look nice in Victorian clothes, I think, and I'm pretty sure our friend the Corsetted Beauty would think you could be her dark Romeo." With an evil smile, Livia stood up, downing the rest of her coffee in one go. "C'mon, I'll get your clothes."
By the time Livia opened up shop, Cyril was dressed in a long dark overcoat, a vest, slacks, a dark purple buttonup, and dress shoes. To add to the effect, Livia placed a tophat on his head, made him don a pocketwatch, to be placed in the vest pocket, and giving him a cane to carry around. Frowning at himself in the mirror that was in the breakroom, Cyril sighed, brushing his black hair out of his eyes so that he looked more old-fashioned.
Heading out into the store, he stood at the counter, a bored expression immediately coming to his face. Typically, goths didn't get up early, and it was always slow before noon almost all the time.
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Rules:
- Swearing is fine
- Romance is fine
- Any characters are fine, come up with your own ideas!
- Move the plot
- Character's ages are 16+
- Have fun!
- OOC: What Makes Your Heart Beat OOC
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