Austria’s glasses are like these, but with a navy gradient instead (remove the spaces!): http:// www.framesdirect.com/ framesfp/ Burberry-tdoiqj/r.html
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Francis was draped over Nils’ shoulder at the desk. “Would you stop that?” Nils said for what he thought was the seven-thousandth time.
Francis played with his hair. “This?”
“Yes. You’re not allowed to do that, you know. Ever heard of harassment?”
Francis pouted. “I think you must be asexual. I’ve never seen you express interest in anyone at all, dear, and you’ve worked here nearly six months.”
Nils just grunted and continued reading his music blogs.
“I’m serious. Tell me, have you ever dated anyone?”
Nils sighed and rolled his eyes. Why was his boss so fucking nosey? He knew this would keep going until he said something, so he guessed he should just answer the guy. “Yes.”
“Oh, really!” Francis sounded delighted. “I was not kidding about thinking you asexual, you know. Girls or guys?”
A jagged frown contorted Nils’ face. “Both. Nothing serious. I like skinny androgynous people. Which you aren’t. And because you seem to forget, you’re my boss. That’s all I’m saying so stop bothering me.”
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Alfred held up a blue pair of boxer briefs and a red pair of American Apparel briefs. “Dude, you’re gonna have to tell me about Poland, but later. I can’t figure out what to wear. I don’t wanna be too gay, but I mean, I guess it is Rocky Horror.
“I don’t see why you don’t just, you know, embrace the gay. You’re going to Rocky Horror with a man in, like, gold hotpants,” Feliks snapped.
Alfred sighed. “Because I’m not gay, maybe? But Feliks! Gimme an opinion! Boxer briefs or just briefs? ‘Cuz I think I’m gonna wear this really crazy cardigan - it’s got a lot of maroon and a lot of blue, too - actually here, lemme get it -”
Alfred’s upper half dived into his closet, though Feliks just called that entire half of the room his ‘closet’. He continued adding glitter to his face. “So where did your housemates go?”
“Some noise show,” Alfred’s muffled voice floated from the depths of the closet. “Little asian dude with grindy sounds and delay pedals - at Arthur and Eliza’s place.”
Feliks sniffed. Place is too nice of a word for where they lived, in his opinion. “Is it at least, you know, not totally gross now with Eliza there?”
“Yeah actually, it’s pretty clean for an anarchist-communist-squatter-freegan-whatever household, now.”
Feliks raised an eyebrow. “Anarchist-communist?” he repeated.
Alfred popped out the closet, a thin, insanely patterned cardigan in hand. He shrugged. “How should I know? I don’t care.”
Feliks looked over Alfred. “Okay, go with the briefs, they match the cardigan better. And maybe some boots-”
“-too gay-”
“-or, like, your white hi-tops-”
“Feliks, you’re a genius!”
“-and then, I dunno, a headband?”
Alfred dashed to the bathroom to change and returned a few moments later with headbands in hand. “Yeah, Feliks, I’m not feeling this,” he said once the headbands were on.
Feliks looked over and snorted. “You look like a total high-schooler with those.”
“Ugh,” Alfred ripped them off - they sailed across the room. He went over to a table scattered with records, flyers, and old cans of Mountain Dew and beer, picked up a few necklaces, and slung them over his head instead.
“Um, are those bullets strung on those?” Feliks asked incredulously.
Alfred laughed. “Yeah, this one,” he lifted a mid-length one with a small silver chain, “has a shotgun shell though.”
“Where did they come from?”
“Went thrifting with Gil last winter and found two of ‘em - man, we had a huge fight over who got to keep ‘em, too, sometimes he swipes them from me still -”
“Alfred,” Feliks prompted.
“Oh yeah! And then Ludwig sent me some over the summer for my birthday. What a cool birthday present, right?”
Feliks let out a laugh at that. “I totally think he has, like, a huge crush on you,” he said.
“Nah dude. You know he’s an industrial design guy - he said he was already doing some metalworks stuff anyway and thought it’d be a good gift, ya know?”
A snort, followed by “Can I, like, put some glitter on you? It would look totally amazing near your temples with those glasses.”
Look at this Fucking Fill [2c/?]
Austria’s glasses are like these, but with a navy gradient instead (remove the spaces!):
http:// www.framesdirect.com/ framesfp/ Burberry-tdoiqj/r.html
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Francis was draped over Nils’ shoulder at the desk. “Would you stop that?” Nils said for what he thought was the seven-thousandth time.
Francis played with his hair. “This?”
“Yes. You’re not allowed to do that, you know. Ever heard of harassment?”
Francis pouted. “I think you must be asexual. I’ve never seen you express interest in anyone at all, dear, and you’ve worked here nearly six months.”
Nils just grunted and continued reading his music blogs.
“I’m serious. Tell me, have you ever dated anyone?”
Nils sighed and rolled his eyes. Why was his boss so fucking nosey? He knew this would keep going until he said something, so he guessed he should just answer the guy. “Yes.”
“Oh, really!” Francis sounded delighted. “I was not kidding about thinking you asexual, you know. Girls or guys?”
A jagged frown contorted Nils’ face. “Both. Nothing serious. I like skinny androgynous people. Which you aren’t. And because you seem to forget, you’re my boss. That’s all I’m saying so stop bothering me.”
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Alfred held up a blue pair of boxer briefs and a red pair of American Apparel briefs. “Dude, you’re gonna have to tell me about Poland, but later. I can’t figure out what to wear. I don’t wanna be too gay, but I mean, I guess it is Rocky Horror.
“I don’t see why you don’t just, you know, embrace the gay. You’re going to Rocky Horror with a man in, like, gold hotpants,” Feliks snapped.
Alfred sighed. “Because I’m not gay, maybe? But Feliks! Gimme an opinion! Boxer briefs or just briefs? ‘Cuz I think I’m gonna wear this really crazy cardigan - it’s got a lot of maroon and a lot of blue, too - actually here, lemme get it -”
Alfred’s upper half dived into his closet, though Feliks just called that entire half of the room his ‘closet’. He continued adding glitter to his face. “So where did your housemates go?”
“Some noise show,” Alfred’s muffled voice floated from the depths of the closet. “Little asian dude with grindy sounds and delay pedals - at Arthur and Eliza’s place.”
Feliks sniffed. Place is too nice of a word for where they lived, in his opinion. “Is it at least, you know, not totally gross now with Eliza there?”
“Yeah actually, it’s pretty clean for an anarchist-communist-squatter-freegan-whatever household, now.”
Feliks raised an eyebrow. “Anarchist-communist?” he repeated.
Alfred popped out the closet, a thin, insanely patterned cardigan in hand. He shrugged. “How should I know? I don’t care.”
Feliks looked over Alfred. “Okay, go with the briefs, they match the cardigan better. And maybe some boots-”
“-too gay-”
“-or, like, your white hi-tops-”
“Feliks, you’re a genius!”
“-and then, I dunno, a headband?”
Alfred dashed to the bathroom to change and returned a few moments later with headbands in hand. “Yeah, Feliks, I’m not feeling this,” he said once the headbands were on.
Feliks looked over and snorted. “You look like a total high-schooler with those.”
“Ugh,” Alfred ripped them off - they sailed across the room. He went over to a table scattered with records, flyers, and old cans of Mountain Dew and beer, picked up a few necklaces, and slung them over his head instead.
“Um, are those bullets strung on those?” Feliks asked incredulously.
Alfred laughed. “Yeah, this one,” he lifted a mid-length one with a small silver chain, “has a shotgun shell though.”
“Where did they come from?”
“Went thrifting with Gil last winter and found two of ‘em - man, we had a huge fight over who got to keep ‘em, too, sometimes he swipes them from me still -”
“Alfred,” Feliks prompted.
“Oh yeah! And then Ludwig sent me some over the summer for my birthday. What a cool birthday present, right?”
Feliks let out a laugh at that. “I totally think he has, like, a huge crush on you,” he said.
“Nah dude. You know he’s an industrial design guy - he said he was already doing some metalworks stuff anyway and thought it’d be a good gift, ya know?”
A snort, followed by “Can I, like, put some glitter on you? It would look totally amazing near your temples with those glasses.”
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