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Nov. 26th, 2015 03:25 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
I haven't labored over my clothes like this since Watford.
I don't have much money to spend on them, but I've brought home a nice enough pair of shirts, some trousers, and even some used Oxfords that still look nice. I haven't bought a tie, but I think that might be too much anyway. The truth is, I don't know. Agatha and I just sort of sprang into being as a couple.
I've never been on a date before.
I pull off the blue button-up and put it back on the bed. I forgot the undershirt anyway, but before I reach for it, I grab up the bottle of cologne. It's not bergamot and cedar - those are the only scents I could think of when the woman at the counter asked me, so I asked for something specifically not them. This bottle smells of a really fancy, clean forest, which should go well with the smokey smell that never quite leaves me.
I start to tip the bottle against my neck, then stop. Fuck, I forgot how much I'm meant to use.
I don't have much money to spend on them, but I've brought home a nice enough pair of shirts, some trousers, and even some used Oxfords that still look nice. I haven't bought a tie, but I think that might be too much anyway. The truth is, I don't know. Agatha and I just sort of sprang into being as a couple.
I've never been on a date before.
I pull off the blue button-up and put it back on the bed. I forgot the undershirt anyway, but before I reach for it, I grab up the bottle of cologne. It's not bergamot and cedar - those are the only scents I could think of when the woman at the counter asked me, so I asked for something specifically not them. This bottle smells of a really fancy, clean forest, which should go well with the smokey smell that never quite leaves me.
I start to tip the bottle against my neck, then stop. Fuck, I forgot how much I'm meant to use.
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Date: 2015-11-27 07:24 am (UTC)That's not what I care about.
I glance up at him, but my gaze returns to my knees. "But you...like him? A boy?" I ask, feeling like a right prat once the words have left my mouth, but it's too late to take them back.
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Date: 2015-11-27 07:32 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2015-11-27 07:42 am (UTC)Fuck.
My throat feels too tight and there's a pressure behind my eyes, and I haven't answered his question.
"No," I say, and get up to return to my apartment, because everything is too much.