A Hand-Me-Down Robe {WT}
Jul 20, 2019 16:44:19 GMT -5
Post by kap on Jul 20, 2019 16:44:19 GMT -5
evan leo
- Oh yeah, don't threaten me with a good time. -
Jokes. Innocent pranks. Trouble-making. Those are things that Evan Leo often does the pass the time. He's adventurous and pretty well fearless, so he's not particularly afraid of getting in trouble for what he does. This is mostly because he knows that what he does at least wouldn't get him in too much trouble, and at least wouldn't end up with serious punishment from the Peacekeepers (or as he preferred to call them, Kill-Joys). The extent of a punishment that he'd ever received from the Kill-Joys was a scolding, which has happened a few times.
Unfortunately, the last time that Evan went on one of his little adventures, he ended up with a rather large tear in his favorite pair of jeans. His family didn't have much for money, so there really wouldn't be any luck replacing them. Luckily, the young man had managed to scrape up a little bit of extra money this week that he'd put aside from his already rather small paycheck. He'd be using this to go to a local tailor and get his jeans mended.
He wasn't sure how well this tailor did with their work, but from what he had heard, he'd be able to at least afford to pay for their services, and as long as his jeans turned out looking better than they did when ripped, he didn't really mind how good of a job the individual did for him.
Making his way to where he was told that he could meet with this particular tailor, he hummed as he went. The young man had a love for goofy songs, and he was humming the tune to a song that he'd written a while back that had ridiculous lyrics to it. Although he wasn't singing the lyrics right then, and rather just humming, it still brought a smile to his face to think of the song. Evan always seemed to have ways of keeping himself in a good mood, and often, others as well.
Upon arriving at the location of the tailor, Evan knocked on the door and entered the building.
"Hello?" Evan called out as he walked in. "I'm looking for Dy. I was told that they may be able to mend something for me." He looked around for Dy, although not really knowing who he was looking for, as he'd never seen the individual's face before.
Evan had the torn pair of jeans in his hands and was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants instead, as that was the only other pair of pants he had that would really fit him at the moment with his jeans being ripped. Hopefully Dy didn't think Evan was a slob. Hopefully he'd still take his business with how obvious it was that he was in the lower class of wealth in District Three.
He just had to hope that Dy wasn't too judgmental of a person.
Unfortunately, the last time that Evan went on one of his little adventures, he ended up with a rather large tear in his favorite pair of jeans. His family didn't have much for money, so there really wouldn't be any luck replacing them. Luckily, the young man had managed to scrape up a little bit of extra money this week that he'd put aside from his already rather small paycheck. He'd be using this to go to a local tailor and get his jeans mended.
He wasn't sure how well this tailor did with their work, but from what he had heard, he'd be able to at least afford to pay for their services, and as long as his jeans turned out looking better than they did when ripped, he didn't really mind how good of a job the individual did for him.
Making his way to where he was told that he could meet with this particular tailor, he hummed as he went. The young man had a love for goofy songs, and he was humming the tune to a song that he'd written a while back that had ridiculous lyrics to it. Although he wasn't singing the lyrics right then, and rather just humming, it still brought a smile to his face to think of the song. Evan always seemed to have ways of keeping himself in a good mood, and often, others as well.
Upon arriving at the location of the tailor, Evan knocked on the door and entered the building.
"Hello?" Evan called out as he walked in. "I'm looking for Dy. I was told that they may be able to mend something for me." He looked around for Dy, although not really knowing who he was looking for, as he'd never seen the individual's face before.
Evan had the torn pair of jeans in his hands and was wearing a pair of baggy sweatpants instead, as that was the only other pair of pants he had that would really fit him at the moment with his jeans being ripped. Hopefully Dy didn't think Evan was a slob. Hopefully he'd still take his business with how obvious it was that he was in the lower class of wealth in District Three.
He just had to hope that Dy wasn't too judgmental of a person.
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lyrics: "Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time" by Panic! at the Disco
title: inspired by quote from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone
("Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... you must be a Weasley." - Draco Malfoy)
lyrics: "Don't Threaten Me With A Good Time" by Panic! at the Disco
title: inspired by quote from Harry Potter and the Sorcerer's/Philosopher's Stone
("Red hair... and a hand-me-down robe... you must be a Weasley." - Draco Malfoy)