It was the hat, okay? [ It's blurted out before he can stop himself, really, thoughts of being a 'total loser' surging words of protest like melted ice cream through the bottom of a cone. Messy and unwanted.
Still, it probably is better to talk about this kinda stuff over the rest of it. Even if most of it is embarrassing as hell. ]
The hat ruined my best feature.
[ Hands instinctively go up to his hair, which is looking especially at its peak today, actually. He's hoping he'll find equivalent, if not identical products to keep this coif looking at its best.
It doesn't seem to matter anyhow. Especially when she's looking at him weirdly. Okay, yeah, uhh ... moving on, then. ]
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Still, it probably is better to talk about this kinda stuff over the rest of it. Even if most of it is embarrassing as hell. ]
The hat ruined my best feature.
[ Hands instinctively go up to his hair, which is looking especially at its peak today, actually. He's hoping he'll find equivalent, if not identical products to keep this coif looking at its best.
It doesn't seem to matter anyhow. Especially when she's looking at him weirdly. Okay, yeah, uhh ... moving on, then. ]
I dunno, they're not so bad — the shoulder pads.