SASORI'S BALL POST YO
Who: Sasori and whomever wants to see him in a spandex woman-suit (this includes his people; you know who you are)
When: The ball
Where: The... the ball, yo
Rating: Dunno
Warnings: Sasori in a woman-suit, and... yeah. All that that entails.
Summary: Sasori's goings-ons at the BALL :OOO
He. Did. Not. Like. This.
It had been fun, at first, when he was fooling Misa and acting like her to pull off a decent female. But, now, he discovered he did gain weight when he ate his worth in chocolate, for his corset suddenly felt tight. Maybe he should rethink this costume. Maybe he should run home and change into something comfortable. Like sweatpants and flip-flops.
He figured he could handle the corset.
He could even handle the fake boobs he'd slipped into his shirt.
He didn't think he could handle the wedgie.
And how the devil was he supposed to get rid of it? First of all, he didn't know which bathroom to use, and even if he did, he didn't know where they were. And one didn't go around picking at their spandex-vinyl-clad buttocks in mixed company.
If anyone talked to him just then, they would get an earfull about the tortures females subjected themselves to.
When: The ball
Where: The... the ball, yo
Rating: Dunno
Warnings: Sasori in a woman-suit, and... yeah. All that that entails.
Summary: Sasori's goings-ons at the BALL :OOO
He. Did. Not. Like. This.
It had been fun, at first, when he was fooling Misa and acting like her to pull off a decent female. But, now, he discovered he did gain weight when he ate his worth in chocolate, for his corset suddenly felt tight. Maybe he should rethink this costume. Maybe he should run home and change into something comfortable. Like sweatpants and flip-flops.
He figured he could handle the corset.
He could even handle the fake boobs he'd slipped into his shirt.
He didn't think he could handle the wedgie.
And how the devil was he supposed to get rid of it? First of all, he didn't know which bathroom to use, and even if he did, he didn't know where they were. And one didn't go around picking at their spandex-vinyl-clad buttocks in mixed company.
If anyone talked to him just then, they would get an earfull about the tortures females subjected themselves to.