i'm counting back the number of the steps

[heirterosexual]

Characters: John Egbert, Dave Strider, and anyone else who wants in.
Setting: Cafeteria! Saturday the 20th.
Format: Whatever goes.
Summary: Boys, candy, boys in pink skirts. John needs to get out more.
Warnings: Language, teenage boys being jerks to each other.



John was actually starting to get used to and almost enjoy his costume. The pants were a little tight but the jacket was actually sort of cool. He didn't pull the look off terribly well with his coke-bottle glasses, but thankfully he hadn't lost those to the costume since he sort of needed them to see. He had fallen into the habit of always having a candy cigarette in his mouth, to complete the look. He felt like maybe being in character would help his chances of getting candy.

So far it wasn't, really, but he had a good enough haul as it stood.

Currently, he was sitting at a table with his candy all strewn across it, sorting it and counting the individual pieces. He frowned.

"Why is it always banana laffy taffy? Banana is gross."

Comments

[heirterosexual]

"Uh. A greaser. I don't guess you've ever seen the movie Grease, have you?"

[septette]

She shakes her head. "No. But it sounds disgusting." Grease ew.

[heirterosexual]

"Hahaha, it's not as gross as it sounds," he offered. "Greasers are like a... youth subculture from the 50s. Basically it's a bunch of working-class kids from the 1950s that dress like this. My sunglasses are in my pocket because I'm not Dave and I can't see with them on since I already wear coke bottles."

[septette]

"The 1950s, hmm? The last time I saw the Outside World was 1946, so that's probably to blame." She shrugs. "What are coke-bottles? A term for glasses?"

[heirterosexual]

He took his glasses off his face and held them out toward her, despite the fact that now she was just kind of a blurry blob of color.

"Coke bottles refer to the fact that my glasses are like an inch thick." He chuckled. "I'm basically blind without them."

[septette]

She peers at them with her red eye, shutting her blue one. "Huh. Even Patchy didn't need ones that big." Granted she only had reading glasses...

[heirterosexual]

"Patchy?" He set his glasses in his lap for a moment and used the hem of his shirt to wipe the lenses clean, squinting through them from a few inches away before he put them back on his face.