#moranument01.

the only piece of chris’ ensemble apparently suitable for the outdoors is his trusty leather jacket. the boots were a joke gift from his best friend josie, lined with faux fur and technically considered slippers, the two-years-old jumper hugs a frame that was a fraction as thick when he bought it, and yes  ---  plain as they may be, his pants are part of a pajama set.

of course he recognizes someone. he’s not certain it goes both ways, but the man’s been looking, hasn’t he?

         ‘ sebastian. ’ he sounds dejected. ‘ don’t you look  ---  fucking grand. ’