Surprise, surprise.

[towalkon]

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[goesfreely]

Hey. The entire school is exploding into prom fever, I don't know if you noticed.

[towalkon]

I think I'd pretty much have to be blind, deaf and dumb to miss it, yeah. Kind of scary that way.

[goesfreely]

Little bit. My sister's only a sophomore, she's thrilled she gets to go. Are you going?

[towalkon]

I think so. At least I've got a ticket so it'd be a serious waste of money if I didn't. Presumably you are? Unless your sister's stolen your will to bother with it.

[goesfreely]

Oh, I'm definitely going. I don't think some members of the administration particularly want me to, but that's just like incentive, at this point.

So consider yourself officially asked.

[towalkon]

Kind of like I bought my ticket just because I've gotten one too many reminders that there's "a special event more suited to the needs" of one such as myself.

Well in that case. Consider yourself officially accepted.

[goesfreely]

Uuugh, fuck that noise, seriously. They'll have to deal with us marring the Norman Rockwell vibe. ... I say, as if half the girls in this school won't try to get away with dresses cut down to their navels or anything.

Cool. I'm wearing black, so no fuss about that BS. Not a frills girl generally anyway.

[towalkon]

Yeah. I feel pretty safe assuming Rockwell would go for drawing the invalids and unwed mothers before he turned to some of our classmates on their off time.

Prom. Fancy-dress funeral. Who can really tell the difference anyway?

[goesfreely]

We are so nice to the people we go to school with, aren't we.

Apparently not me. Although I would not necessarily categorize this as a funeral dress.

[towalkon]

Most kind and considerate peers they'll ever find.

Well, I'd never wear a tux to a funeral so we're pretty even in that basic respect.