pink is manly

[eldestking]

Not only were all his clothes dirty, but half of them were in disrepair, to the point where he was going to wash them and rip them up for rags (Susan was particularly pleased at this; she claimed she was tempted to use some of his older shirts whether he liked it or not). So not only did he have a bag of clothes to wash, but he was commanded to

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[pocketfullowit]

"Don't anger the clothing box," Seth suggested as he reached in and pulled a t-shirt out that declared that he was a Big Fat Hairy Deal. It looked more like one of Summer's babydoll t's, and if anyone were to ask Seth how he knew what a babydoll t was, then they would have to refer back to his girlfriend.

"I'd take it," he continued, nodding to the pink shirt. "It's being nice."

[eldestking]

"I'm trying not to." He shook his head. "I'm definitely taking that, actually. At least it's a men's top." He smiled wistfully. "I take it you haven't had much more luck than I have?"

[pocketfullowit]

The two words men's and top should never be used together in a sentence, Seth decided, but the less he revealed about how his brain was awash with fashionable insight the better. Call it a hazard of growing up in Orange County.

"Not really," he drew out, pursing his lips. "It usually likes to give me shirts to remind of how Jewish I am. Chicks dig a man who can wear pink, though." He paused, and then added, "That is, if you're into, you know...chicks." Since it seemed like a lot people weren't.

[eldestking]

Peter chuckled, nodding. "I am, actually," He knew it sometimes was a rarity on this island, but he wasn't put off. "I just don't know if I can wear pink." He shrugged. "Hopefully it won't look too ridiculous."

[pocketfullowit]

"Oh you can," Seth assured. He shook his head, seemingly in dismay and pulled his Big Fat Hairy Deal t-shirt on, then set a sympathetic hand to the guy's shoulder, taking in a deep breath. "But it'll burn," he exhaled regretfully.

[eldestking]

He shot him a look, suddenly concerned, when he realized he was being at least melodramatic, if not sarcastic. "I think I can take it. It's either that, or purple sequins."

[pocketfullowit]

"It's safer to look like a bottle of Pepto Bismal than to look like Grimace." It didn't occur to him just then that the guy might not have known what he was talking about. "I'm Seth, by the way," he introduced himself, outstretching his hand in greeting.

[eldestking]

"Peter Pevensie," he said with a grin. "And, I'm sorry-- Pepto Bismal?" He wasn't quite following.

[pocketfullowit]

"It's uh- for the stomach, pink..." Seth tried to explain, but there was this whole thing - Seth stammered, his fingers pushing through his Jew fro (the humidity in this place did nothing for him), "Did, did you just say you're Peter Pevensie?"

[eldestking]

He nodded, frowning. "I see," He shrugged, raising his eyebrows quickly. He nodded, smiling. "Yes, my name is Peter Pevensie." He paused, smiling crookedly. "Have you met my siblings? Ed, Susan..." Lucy?

[pocketfullowit]

Oh, great. Now Seth didn't know if he was supposed to bow or grovel or turn into a white stag. Who knew? Peter might not have been King Peter just yet. Seth shook his head, pursing his lips as though these names just did not register with him or that Peter had missed a name in there somewhere. "Nope," he said, emphatic. "So, have you been here long?" Where's your crown? What do you think of talking beavers anyway? That was pretty phallic now that he thought about it.