text-9/2: mid afternoon - un: c.debergerac {visible to all except for allison argent}

[the_nose]

This upcoming food truck festival and movie business? Does it have any sort of dress code? I've never been to such a gathering, and I don't want to embarrass my companion by making a fool of myself.

I'm going with a friend.

[Because he's carousing with a comrade. This Is Not A Date.]

Thank you in advance for any information, or suggestions.

Comments

[the_nose]

[...damn it, he's starting to like this person. A mouth after his own heart.]

Third leg, no. However, if a man's pride were centered upon his face, women would be beating down my door for satisfaction.

[crazy_white_girl]

[ Oh no, it's a slippery slope from here, Cyrano. ]

Okay, you're gonna have to give me more to go on here because my mind is starting to go places it shouldn't.

[the_nose]

[There's no answer for about three or four minutes.]

It's my nose.

[crazy_white_girl]

Okay.

I doubt it's that bad.

[the_nose]

[His response, after about five more minutes, is just a picture. The man in it has a face that's well made, might even be handsome in some ways. He has eyes that are vivid blue and so alive: sharp, intelligent...sad. Angry.

But he also has the aforementioned nose. It would suit his face if it weren't so large--and it is large. Nothing outlandish, but it's enough to be...kind of impossible to ignore.]

[crazy_white_girl]

[Well then. That is...a nose. ]

I can see what you mean about the pride and the face thing.

Does your comrade really care tho?