(no subject)
Wallace had a date soon.
He wasn't exactly sure how serious a date it was but, hell, he figured he ought to look good during it. Most of his clothes were unfortunate and loud, and he hoped maybe the clothes box would hand over something a little more decent for once.
No dice.
As if knowing full well what he wanted clothes for, he got a mixture of clothes that kind of looked like that awful pimp costume he had woken up in during Halloween and Hawaiian shirts of various degrees of bright colors. When he got to the part of the box that was offering him shirts in three shades of pink he just plopped himself down and scowled at the damn thing.
Island just didn't want to give him a break ever. It was just lucky he knew the box was what kept giving people clothes, or else he'd have kicked the damn thing or something.
"Man," he mumbled as he pulled out another neon green flower printed shirt. "This sucks."
[OOC: Cranky but never-the-less friendly guy hanging out in the laundry area. Feel free to bug 'em.]
He wasn't exactly sure how serious a date it was but, hell, he figured he ought to look good during it. Most of his clothes were unfortunate and loud, and he hoped maybe the clothes box would hand over something a little more decent for once.
No dice.
As if knowing full well what he wanted clothes for, he got a mixture of clothes that kind of looked like that awful pimp costume he had woken up in during Halloween and Hawaiian shirts of various degrees of bright colors. When he got to the part of the box that was offering him shirts in three shades of pink he just plopped himself down and scowled at the damn thing.
Island just didn't want to give him a break ever. It was just lucky he knew the box was what kept giving people clothes, or else he'd have kicked the damn thing or something.
"Man," he mumbled as he pulled out another neon green flower printed shirt. "This sucks."
[OOC: Cranky but never-the-less friendly guy hanging out in the laundry area. Feel free to bug 'em.]