11/01/1934
WHO: Theo and Freddie
WHERE: Starting in their room
WHEN: Morning after halloween
WHY: Because Brotimes
The day after Halloween was always a sad one, if only because it was the end of the one holiday that allowed for behavior that was out of the norm. Then again, if the holiday was over, it also meant that anyone who behaved as if the holiday still continued would stand out. There was nothing bad about that. Especially when a good costume was not a costume to waste.
Therefore, when one Fredrick Johnson woke up earlier than usual that morning, the first thing he did was don the costume he had worn the day before. It was the simplest costume available, but could also be fairly intimidating if done well. He pulled the large, white cloth over his head, and peered out of the two holes cut into its surface for the sake of vision. Certainly, it was a little hard to breathe under the thing, but it wasn't like he was about to suffocate any time soon.
He glanced over at the bed on the other side of the room. Now this was a surprise. He had expected his roommate to be fully dressed, and out and about his business. But what was this? Sleeping in? Dear Theodore? Now this was a rare sight indeed. He recalled that this wasn't the first time he had been up before Theo in the past couple of months. Curious, curious occasions to be sure. As curious as they were, they were still opportunities. He wasn't one to ever let one of those slip through his fingers. He crept up the side of the bed and loomed over it, sheet and all, waiting for the other to wake.
WHERE: Starting in their room
WHEN: Morning after halloween
WHY: Because Brotimes
The day after Halloween was always a sad one, if only because it was the end of the one holiday that allowed for behavior that was out of the norm. Then again, if the holiday was over, it also meant that anyone who behaved as if the holiday still continued would stand out. There was nothing bad about that. Especially when a good costume was not a costume to waste.
Therefore, when one Fredrick Johnson woke up earlier than usual that morning, the first thing he did was don the costume he had worn the day before. It was the simplest costume available, but could also be fairly intimidating if done well. He pulled the large, white cloth over his head, and peered out of the two holes cut into its surface for the sake of vision. Certainly, it was a little hard to breathe under the thing, but it wasn't like he was about to suffocate any time soon.
He glanced over at the bed on the other side of the room. Now this was a surprise. He had expected his roommate to be fully dressed, and out and about his business. But what was this? Sleeping in? Dear Theodore? Now this was a rare sight indeed. He recalled that this wasn't the first time he had been up before Theo in the past couple of months. Curious, curious occasions to be sure. As curious as they were, they were still opportunities. He wasn't one to ever let one of those slip through his fingers. He crept up the side of the bed and loomed over it, sheet and all, waiting for the other to wake.