Demon Marcus, Sunday

[myownface]

Sparkle... still hadn't noticed that there was anything weird happening on the island. It wasn't that he had somehow managed to successfully avoid the crazy, so much. It was more that there was very little that he wouldn't do in the first place, so when he felt compelled to spend the day smoking cigarettes at the counter while checking out the latest summer fashions and placing orders for women's clothing that he'd totally wear, because fuck it, it wasn't exactly out of the ordinary.

Neither was that half-hour around midday that he spent dancing around the store singing I Feel Pretty while wearing six-inch heels and a feather boa.

Really, he just called this 'Sunday.'

[Open! OCD-Free!]