Liaising into my room I begin my hunt for this era styled clothing, stumbling upon a beautiful, vibrant raspberry tank top pair with white short shorts. It is a hundred degrees outside I do not give a flying buttress if this is against "dress code." I accent my cute little outfit with a silver necklace and silver strapped sandals, a little bit of Egyptian era but whatever. Leaving my waist long, Auburn hair down I head into the kitchen to fix breakfast
"Scott! Are you almost ready?" He shuffles out in a black hoodie and sweats, I can not restrain my laughter at least he has the era down.
"Don't laugh, I don't know what to wear" he whines
"Well you have a good start on weird emo kid in the winter, is that eyeliner?" Scott covers his vibrant green eyes
"Noooo...." he looks up at me like a lost puppy "Its just my eyelashes are super dark...."
"How dare the god of truth lie! It's against your nature." I laugh punching him in the shoulder lightly, and grab his arm dragging him off into his bedroom
"Let's see what I can do, first off you're gonna want shorts otherwise you will absolutely bake. Second you'll also want a teeshirt that's not black. Black is an awful color to wear out here because it keeps heat in, just like in Egypt how they would always wear white or lighter colors to keep themselves cool." I grab out a white tee with a simple dragon design on it pair with some nice blue jean shorts.
"Here, how's this?" Scott nods his head and pushes me out the door so he can change. I head back to the kitchen and start to cook some eggs and toast.
"How do I look? Handsome? Breathtaking? Alluring?" I roll my eyes slightly at Scotts frivolous posing
"All of the above my friend, come eat now and do not make a mess please." He shovels down his food like a wild animal almost growling if I looked at him wrong. Upon finishing he washes the dishes while I do my oh so lovely makeup, lining my eyes with black and doing a wonderful Smokey eye that really highlights my purple eyes.
"Scott? You ready to go?" He beats me to the door and therefore the car
"I'm driving!" What a fool this man is, he can't even start the car. Especially without my key
"You won't be getting far!" Pouting he gets in the passenger side, throwing out bags in the back. As I drive out Scott anxiously moves in his seat, it may not be my first time, but it is his.