Let's play dress-up.
Who: Marcello and Moon
When: Tuesday, February 15th midday
Where: Theatricality
What: A poor innocent Mongolian, an oblivious Seborgan, and a whole lot of gender confusion.
It had been quite an interesting past 48 hours. So much has happened and it was almost enough to make the young brunette's head spin. Still, he knew he had to put this all behind him. He had work to do!
He already knew Lili was not coming in today, because she had class. Days like this were always a bitter remind to him, Oh, sì. Le persone normali della mia età andare a scuola, non è vero? It always made him feel a bit gloomy at first until he was able to find enough things to distract himself.
Today was no exception. He busily scurried about the store, straightening up things and picking up random bits of trash, streamers, or confetti that caught his eye. Maybe he didn't do such a good job cleaning up from the party the night before after all. It was a good thing Gilbert wasn't around to notice this. He wasn't sure where his boss was at the moment, but he didn't let that bother him. He was probably out running some errands or something.
With a mellow smile, Marcello turned on his heel and began to whistle the swingdance songs from the previous night as he straightened and smoothed a few dresses hanging up nearby. It seems a lot of things needed tidying after being held in storage for a night.
When: Tuesday, February 15th midday
Where: Theatricality
What: A poor innocent Mongolian, an oblivious Seborgan, and a whole lot of gender confusion.
It had been quite an interesting past 48 hours. So much has happened and it was almost enough to make the young brunette's head spin. Still, he knew he had to put this all behind him. He had work to do!
He already knew Lili was not coming in today, because she had class. Days like this were always a bitter remind to him, Oh, sì. Le persone normali della mia età andare a scuola, non è vero? It always made him feel a bit gloomy at first until he was able to find enough things to distract himself.
Today was no exception. He busily scurried about the store, straightening up things and picking up random bits of trash, streamers, or confetti that caught his eye. Maybe he didn't do such a good job cleaning up from the party the night before after all. It was a good thing Gilbert wasn't around to notice this. He wasn't sure where his boss was at the moment, but he didn't let that bother him. He was probably out running some errands or something.
With a mellow smile, Marcello turned on his heel and began to whistle the swingdance songs from the previous night as he straightened and smoothed a few dresses hanging up nearby. It seems a lot of things needed tidying after being held in storage for a night.