Oct 19, 2014
Between full nudity and something fancy, 'actually wearing clothes' seems to be the lesser of two evils, but after an agonizing handful of minutes DZ decides on compromise. A dress that might have been a shirt on someone smaller (or vice versa) is thrown on, neon text topped off with knee sox and butt shorts. Also neon, to no one's surprise.
There's not even so much as a second glance as DZ steps outside, softly rapping along to music only they can hear until the very second they arrive at the door.
They rock back on their heels, taking a breath that's obsolete and exhaling by the time they knock.
