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brandon sat at the judges table, awkward silence filling the room. they were playing a dress up game, or whatever bkinger named it, he didn’t listen too intently. She had chosen him, herself, and sony to judge the rest of the group’s outfits for whatever reason. he looked down at his hands in his lap, not sure what to say to break the silence. thankfully he didnt need to, as sony spoke up, “why’re you giving them so much time to pick out one single outfit? nobody needs five minutes in a dress up game.” bkinger rolled her eyes at the comment, “not everyone throws on a random outfit and races out of their house, sony.” sony dramatically gasped, clutching his pearls, “wow.. I thought you were better than petty insults.. I guess i was wrong..” he chuckled silently at the scene, looking up to the two of them. sony was partially right, 5 minutes was a bit long for a single outfit, but it had to be close to finishing. “i’m sure it’s about over, right bkinger?” he smiled politely, speaking with a soft tone. bkinger nodded, “exactly! see, atleast brandon has some patience, unlike you” she giggled partially before a loud ring played–a signal the round was over.
“well, FINALLY, took that timer long enough to ring,” sony sat straighter, ready to see the outfits the others had created. he was quite interested as well, they had to make some good outfits with that much time! to be honest with himself, he was excited, ecstatic even–if those were the right words. “so who’s first?” sony blurted out, looking to bkinger intently. “well, er, how about sparten?” she shrugged. “Oh YES, please do, i need to see the stupid outfit he made!” sony chuckled, leaning further forward.
it took bkinger a little while to get sparten out to the platform, but with many commands–all but one being incorrect spellings–she finally managed. as soon as he popped into view sony bursted out laughing, not a chuckle or a giggle either, full on belly laughing. brandon couldn’t help it either, it was quite the scene. “i can’t believe you put DRESSES in their wardrobes! did you put anything other than that, or are you blessing us with this?” sony stated in between his gasps for breath. brandon stifled his laughter, holding his hand to his mouth to muffle any chuckles that escaped. “i’d like to see you try to pull this off, i did everything i could with all the stupid things she put in there!” sparten retorted, crossing his arms together angrily. “well i know beauty when i see it, i have to give you a nine!” bkinger chirped, clasping her hands together happily. he had nearly forgotten about the actual judging part of his role, completely blanking on what to actually give him–sparten wore only an orange dress, nothing else truly special. “i’ll.. have to give you a 5..” he giggled slightly between words, still trying to keep his composure. “yeah, and i’ll give you a 0” sony joked, atleast that’s how brandon took it, but bkinger took the vote seriously. “so..a 14 out of 30, yeesh, hopefully it gets better from here” she sucked her teeth, resetting sparten’s outfit.
“okay.. so weegee’s next?” bkinger said in a singsong tone, trying the commands over with no avail. brandon was watching the user list a the top, aware of the fact weegee had left a few moments ago. he didn’t want to disrupt the natural learning of this fact, but she seemed to get more frustrated until someone else had spoken up, “i think weegee left a bit ago” sparten said in an annoyed tone, most likely ready to get the second round over with quickly. bkinger had whipped her head around, staring intently at him. a twitch in her eye, “well why didn’t you tell me that BEFORE i started trying commands?” she sounded a bit ticked off, most likely annoyed by everyone’s combined comments. he tried to stay neutral, but he couldn’t help his own comments. “I will admit, it’s slightly funny to see you angry” he watched as she whirled her head to him with the same veracity as she did with sparten.
he knew it would be over for him, he’d probably get kicked, or even banned. she’d always do that to whoever annoyed her the most. he silently prayed–sure, this wasn’t fully his thing, but he would rather do this than be bored alone. she strided over, pointing a finger in his face, “funny? seriously? i’ll let you know i find no happiness in this at allI” she huffed, pulling up her commands and inputting them angrily before brandon landed hard on the ground. it seemed bkinger teleported him..somewhere..
he lifted himself from the ground, wincing slightly. he began to look around, noticing the rooms blocked off with curtains. these have to be the changing rooms. he continued on, pulling back the curtains and looking inside. the rooms seemed to stretch on endlessly, the end not visible to him. he pulled back a curtain and found someone standing there, the back of their head facing him. they quickly turned around, his face contorted in bewilderment and fear. “o-oh uhm. hey brandon…” ozo stuttered, putting on an awkward smile. brandon short-circuited for a second, opening his mouth to speak but nothing able to come out. he could feel the soft blush beginning to dust his cheeks. ozo didn’t look too different, just a purple dress instead of his usual clothes, alongside red lipstick haphazardly placed on his lips.
he admired the other’s appearance, a gulp escaping his mouth. “you, uhm, look pretty,” he stammered out as he fiddled with this fingers nervously. ozo tensed, red streaking his face as flustered gibberish spat out. he shut his mouth quickly, realizing the nonsense he was spouting. “well- er- thank you, uhm.” he coughed dryly, his eyes darting around wildly before settling on brandon’s face. Brandon reached out, brushing the other’s hair behind his ear. They looked into each other's eyes, his stomach flipping. “sorry, sorry–”
“It’s not your fault at all,” ozo interrupted, although he didn’t quite mind, he’d much rather admire than talk. he didn’t respond either, just stared into the other’s eyes, as if in a trance. he couldn’t find any words to say, an awkward silence coming between them. he inched closer, not fully aware of his actions. he could feel his heart beating out of his chest as he silently prayed that this wasn’t happening right then. he then placed his hands on ozo’s shoulders as he looked bewildered. he slowly pulled his face in, although stopped himself and released his hold on the other’s shoulders. “i- uhm. that’s my bad, er, sorry.” he stepped back, and as soon as his foot touched the ground ozo disappeared, most likely to be judged. brandon dropped to the ground as he cursed himself under his breath, that was stupid. he pulled up the menu, pressing the left button, and confirmed his choice. is he still a good sundowner after this? he was always taught girls like boys and boys liked girls in church, so if ozo was dressed like a girl that would make it okay to like him, right? yeah. right.