#Chapter42
I don't think I ever looked more victorian-novel-male-protagonist in my life, than tonight. The suit and tie, with the pushed-back hair, accompanied by my walking stick, it all gave me a strange sort of /"aristocrat with a dark backstory/" vibe, that I honestly didn't have a problem with.
/"This stick makes me look older/" I complained (or just observed really) quietly, eyeing my reflection in the bathroom mirror.
/"Yeah totally, I swear you could easily pass as 7 or maybe even 8/" Jude shouted back from the living room, waiting for me so we could get going. I rolled my eyes, sighing and admitting this will be one hell of a long night. But also... There is no harm in enjoying it for once, is there? It's my birthday or something. I'm nineteen... hurray I guess?