09-06-2010, 10:00 PM
Maxwell snatched his shirt out of her hands with a scowl. "They should recognize someone better than them as soon as they see it, that's all." Leaving his belt and pants undone, he slipped on his dress shirt and began buttoning it.
Their father once told Maxwell how clothes were the first thing someone judged you on. Your hygiene was second and your facial appearance third. They didn't care to get to know your personality unless you were clean and proper looking. Maxwell took the words to heart. His hair was always shiny and soft and his clothes were never specked with dirt and grime. His regeneration gave his face the flawless pale skin girls seemed to swarm to, along with his inability to sport scars.
Finished buttoning his shirt, the fourteen year old turned in the mirror after he tucked the hem into his pants and doing up his zipper and belt. His eyes raked over his body checking for any flaws. Nothing. He adjusted his collar and shot his reflection a little smirk. Alright, maybe he was a little vain.
Liesel asked what he had been doing while she was in her shower and Maxwell smoothed back his hair from his face. Uh oh. "I... Fixed myself something to eat," he lied. He'd lock his door as soon as she left. Then he'd sneak out his window. No wait, that might wreck his clothes. Damn. "Do you think the uniforms are going to be tacky?" He asked quickly, trying to change the subject.
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