by Pale Wolf » Fri Aug 04, 2006 9:01 pm
Andre chuckled as yet another joke about Kiichan's lolicon tendencies executed itself without him.
As far as actions went, what he was doing was simple enough - he was catching up on the IRC logs from when he slept. The fact that he was performing his morning routine at 2:00 in the afternoon had no bearing on the matter.
The doorbell rang. He twitched. It better not be that showerhead guy again...
Slinging his cat out of his lap, he sighed and rushed to the door. Nobody visible through the glass, but whatever.
Andre made one last check that he was presentable, then tugged the door open.
In his mind, a tumbleweed blew past - there was nobody at the step, just a simple package.
He stepped out onto the porch, moving past the mailbox to see if his 'visitor' had hidden himself in the shadow of the garage. Nothing.
"Right, someone at Canada Post needs to get fired, lazy assholes."
Muttering to himself, Andre went back to the door, dragging the package in and shutting the door.
He would've abandoned it as something for his father's veterinary practice, except... It was addressed to Andre 'Pale Wolf' Lopez.
Andre narrowed his eyes. "Who the heck sent this? I'm hardly secretive, but I wouldn't think I'm worth the effort of that kind of research..." He shrugged and pried open the envelope attached to the package.
[Dear Andre Lopez, or should we say Pale Wolf?,
You are hereby invited to the first ever Fukucon, which will be taking place in wonderful Tokyo, Japan, the Azabu-Juuban district of the Minato Ward to be precise. If you do attend, you will be required to cosplay wearing the costume in the package. Also included in the package are plane tickets and your badge that marks you as an attendee of Fukucon. We look forward to seeing you here in Japan.]
Andre idly stroked his loudly-meowing cat. It was an interesting thought - meet the other attendees of Fuku in the flesh. And actually seeing Japan for, essentially, free, would be a damn nice experience.
On the other hand, it really aroused his curiousity - who the heck had gone to all the effort to track him down and invite him to a convention? 'LYREB Co' was a useful way of saying nothing.
But then, Andre was as curious as the cats he liked so much, and there was no way to get a better idea of an answer to that question than by checking it out. Complete heedlessness towards his own safety clinched the deal, and he started his mind working on ways to excuse his absence.
Idly, he opened the package. And blinked. Black 'gothic lolita' style dress, check, although it didn't bother him too much. But...
"Oh, there better be instructions for the makeup."
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