OMG SHOES
WHO: Feliks and John Paul
WHEN: Friday afternoon October 2nd. Early afternoon.
WHERE: Feliks' flat
WHAT: John's always felt a little less than debonair. Will Liberty's resident fashion guru extraordinare be able to suit him up with a flashier prettier sexier look before Friday's horror night extravaganza? The only way to find out is...
It was a Friday afternoon, first weekend of October and John Paul Key felt gritty and witty and not so very unhappy. The weather'd turned for the better, he'd just snagged himself some accidental wonderful footage of a thankfully non-fatal crash in action which he did, in fact, call the paramedics for as the camera recorded and in lieu of meeting yet more fascinatingly quirky individuals, was finding himself on the way to a rather equally as interesting 'get together'. In a fairly nice flat, behind the front door of which was the commanding bark of a canine aggitated- or perhaps excited- by his presence. Its enthusiasm made him howl himself, a brief loud laughter cheerful and cocksure cut off with a cough and the polite rapping of knuckles on the varnished wood.
Too much exuberance tended to scare 'em off, he knew that. But having spoken with the young man on the phone, John felt fairly secure that today, he didn't have to reign himself in.
Today he was going to be John.
Today, he was going to try on some shoes.
He just... hoped they fit. "Gidday, Valley Bloke! Y'in?"
WHEN: Friday afternoon October 2nd. Early afternoon.
WHERE: Feliks' flat
WHAT: John's always felt a little less than debonair. Will Liberty's resident fashion guru extraordinare be able to suit him up with a flashier prettier sexier look before Friday's horror night extravaganza? The only way to find out is...
It was a Friday afternoon, first weekend of October and John Paul Key felt gritty and witty and not so very unhappy. The weather'd turned for the better, he'd just snagged himself some accidental wonderful footage of a thankfully non-fatal crash in action which he did, in fact, call the paramedics for as the camera recorded and in lieu of meeting yet more fascinatingly quirky individuals, was finding himself on the way to a rather equally as interesting 'get together'. In a fairly nice flat, behind the front door of which was the commanding bark of a canine aggitated- or perhaps excited- by his presence. Its enthusiasm made him howl himself, a brief loud laughter cheerful and cocksure cut off with a cough and the polite rapping of knuckles on the varnished wood.
Too much exuberance tended to scare 'em off, he knew that. But having spoken with the young man on the phone, John felt fairly secure that today, he didn't have to reign himself in.
Today he was going to be John.
Today, he was going to try on some shoes.
He just... hoped they fit. "Gidday, Valley Bloke! Y'in?"