WolframIsATransvetite-WHAT?? [OPEN]
Characters : Wolfram, Etna, and anyone else on the Fiertia who would notice an angry blond boy stomping down the hall in a dress
Content : Etna has stolen Wolfram's clothes, leaving him only a frilly dress.
Setting : In the halls of the Fiertia
Time : Some time after Amicus
Warnings : Angry boys in dresses
Wolfram woke a tad later than usual, hair mussed and head groggy. With the utmost lack of motivation and enthusiasm, he tugged himself out from under the blankets and trudged across his room as if in a trance. Wolfram had never been a morning person. He always found himself in a zombie-esque state until at least lunch-time and by then, according to the morning's events, he would have either changed to annoyance or haughtiness.
This particular morning he tugged on the door to his closet, stared, rubbed his eyes in disbelief and then stared again.
Gone. Everything was gone. His uniforms, his boots, his UNDERWEAR for gods sakes and left in their place was a...'oh gods,' his heart stopped..... A DRESS.
Wolfram's scream and the following crashes could be heard throughout the corridors
He had no choice.... it was either the dress or nothing. Taking long chilling moments to gather all of his courage, he tugged on the dress, and peaking first into the hallway, stepped out cautiously...
"Please let no one see me..." He pleaded internally, "...now.... where the hell are my clothes and who the hell thought this would be funny? "
Content : Etna has stolen Wolfram's clothes, leaving him only a frilly dress.
Setting : In the halls of the Fiertia
Time : Some time after Amicus
Warnings : Angry boys in dresses
Wolfram woke a tad later than usual, hair mussed and head groggy. With the utmost lack of motivation and enthusiasm, he tugged himself out from under the blankets and trudged across his room as if in a trance. Wolfram had never been a morning person. He always found himself in a zombie-esque state until at least lunch-time and by then, according to the morning's events, he would have either changed to annoyance or haughtiness.
This particular morning he tugged on the door to his closet, stared, rubbed his eyes in disbelief and then stared again.
Gone. Everything was gone. His uniforms, his boots, his UNDERWEAR for gods sakes and left in their place was a...'oh gods,' his heart stopped..... A DRESS.
Wolfram's scream and the following crashes could be heard throughout the corridors
He had no choice.... it was either the dress or nothing. Taking long chilling moments to gather all of his courage, he tugged on the dress, and peaking first into the hallway, stepped out cautiously...
"Please let no one see me..." He pleaded internally, "...now.... where the hell are my clothes and who the hell thought this would be funny? "