MICHAEL'S, HERE I COME
Who: 'Nando, Sealand, prolly Gupta. Any other poor soul who appreciates arts and crafts.
When: Saturday, November 7th (Afternoon)
Where: Michael's~.
What: Even going to an art shop to buy yarn is interesting, to say the least....
Rating: G RATED? :O No, I kid. PG-13 for swearing, most likely.
"Where's the section with the... thread, or cloth?"
"In the second aisle, sir, next to the paper section."
Fernando walked to his right, through the maze of the store that was Michael's. If he was successful in fixing his nephew's Superman costume, his aunt told him he would be paid a rather considerable amount. 'Nando, never one to turn down a chance to make extra cash, agreed, not mentioning the fact that he was an amateur. His aunt the perfectionist would have never accepted that. And so, at the beck and call of his relatives he went to one place that was foreign to him: Michael's. He wondered why there was a need to practically have a catalogue of every paper that ever existed.
Having successfully located the cloth, he took the Superman costume out of a plastic bag - which is very classy, by the way. He compared the colours of the cloth, trying to think about what his friends told him about quality and different kinds of cotton and polyester and satin and everything that made him really fucking confused. He was a guy, despite how much he dressed as a girl.
Why did women always have to make things so complicated?