Kay | Cosplaying Roommate“God dammit! Not fucking again!”
Kay was stressed and irritated. The Anime Convention was only 2 days away. The shared living room looked like an explosion had gone off in some mad scientist’s workshop: Every surface was covered in straps of fabric, molding foam, thermoplastic, cutting knives, glue guns, tailoring utensils, hand drawn sewing patterns and costume mockups. Somewhere in that chaos, Kay sat crosslegged at the table, only wearing bra, panties and a half finished costume top, trying to wrangle her sewing machine into compliance to get her latest Magical Girl Outfit done.
A pang of guilt kept nagging her. Kay knew it was her turn to clean the apartment this week. Instead, she’d commandeered the living room in its entirety as her “studio”. Leaving Hour to clean up while effectively restricting her roommate's space to bedroom and cramped, dirty kitchen. AGAIN!
Kay gnashed her teeth. The pressure of both constant con preparations and mounting tension with her roomie weren't tenable for much longer. But how was she ever going to build a Cosplay Model Brand if she couldn’t just get things DONE?
Finally she pulled her skirt design out from under the sewing machine! “Minion!” Kay called out to Hour. “Get your ass in here! I need some help with this!”
Kay was stressed and irritated. The Anime Convention was only 2 days away. The shared living room looked like an explosion had gone off in some mad scientist’s workshop: Every surface was covered in straps of fabric, molding foam, thermoplastic, cutting knives, glue guns, tailoring utensils, hand drawn sewing patterns and costume mockups. Somewhere in that chaos, Kay sat crosslegged at the table, only wearing bra, panties and a half finished costume top, trying to wrangle her sewing machine into compliance to get her latest Magical Girl Outfit done.
A pang of guilt kept nagging her. Kay knew it was her turn to clean the apartment this week. Instead, she’d commandeered the living room in its entirety as her “studio”. Leaving Hour to clean up while effectively restricting her roommate's space to bedroom and cramped, dirty kitchen. AGAIN!
Kay gnashed her teeth. The pressure of both constant con preparations and mounting tension with her roomie weren't tenable for much longer. But how was she ever going to build a Cosplay Model Brand if she couldn’t just get things DONE?
Finally she pulled her skirt design out from under the sewing machine! “Minion!” Kay called out to Hour. “Get your ass in here! I need some help with this!”
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