TT: Honestly, I think it went quite well. There weren’t any truly massive catastrophes, apart from the wardrobe choices of some of those in attendance.
TT: Blue and orange are not meant to ever be incorporated into the same outfit.
TT: I find her to be intelligent, charming, genuine in her concern for the welfare of others, an excellent conversational partner, and quite attractive.
TT: You know.
TT: In a completely nonsexual way.
TT: Oh, don’t worry.
TT: My insatiable curiosity has definitely survived intact.
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TT: And thus I return, o legion of followers.
TT: That was….quite enjoyable.
TT: Ah, mid-May.
TT: The season of the prom.
TT: Consequently, every single person that I’m even remotely familiar with is entirely unavailable, occupied by the petty politics of seating arrangements and potentially spiked punch.
TT: I think I might go to bed early once I finish checking my email.
TT: It isn’t as though I’d have missed much in the event that I had been able to find a date.
TT: At any rate, there are only a few messages left in my inb—
TT: Wait, what’s this?
TT: Oh my god.
TT: Oh my god.
TT: …excuse me for a moment.
TT: Consider your invitation accepted.
TT: I’m ready when you are, Maryam.
Prom dates acquired: 1/1
((Yes, actually.
Note my hairline and terrible split ends.
And thank you! I’m quite fond of it as well. You know the saying: “Once you go blonde, you stay that way to spite your mother.” - H.))
TT: Normally, I would refuse such a request with a horrified shriek of ‘don’t look at me, I’m hideous.’
TT: But for you, I’ll oblige this once.
TT: Suddenly, I feel very exposed.
((Kindly ignore that misplaced reblog. -H.))
((I logged in to check our messages, and this was too good to pass up.
On a related note, thank you all - we’ve just hit eight hundred followers. -H.))
((Because I know you’ve all had your fill of tentabulge and shipping.
I’ll be back tomorrow. -H.))
