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Corri showers, this time without anybody sneaking in on him. Then he goes to his room and gets all prettied up. Instead of letting his hair fall as it normally does, he actually straightens it (which barely makes a difference. Corri is special). Instead of his normal make-up, he uses red eyeliner, and actually puts on black mascara (usually he doesn't bother).


He puts on his favourite pair of gothy pants, ones he doesn't usually bother to wear except for an occasion like this. They're tight, and slit all the way up each outside hem, with red laces holding the legs together. He wears a black, see-through button up shirt, with red, slightly less transparent pin stripes, and opaque red cuffs and collar.

Corri finishes and heads out into the living room, half-anticipating teasing, since Billy tends to like making fun of the easy target cor represents when in his rather feminen gothy gear. Whatever though, he'd look more laughable in the tougher style of goth clothing.

"I don't have to listen to you." Corrigan replies, sitting on one of the chairs, since his brother's lounging covers most of the sofa.

"I don't always listen to you. Hell, I rarely do. If I listened to you, I'd be drunk and high and I'd be failing school. And I wouldn't be a virgin anymore either."

"I didn't say anything about your virginity. There's been a couple times when you've told me that I needed to get laid, and other things like that. Althuogh, sometimes, something is so obvious that you don't need to be told it to know it."

"Hullo there," Corri replies, smiling brightly, "Good to see you feeling better... and it's good to see you all dressed up too."

"Did I say anything to the contrary?" He replies, more out of flirtiness than perviness. He gives her a hug.

"She seems pretty sweet and gentle to me," Corri lies, pretending like he didn't see the kick... and almost pretending like he doesn't know rave that well. He stands up.