As Jon worked clearing up the room in search of more clothes, he found himself thanking Zoe for having such a good sense of style. Sure, they were all girl's clothes, but this would be so much harder if she was a girly girl. Imagine him having to dress in pastels and pinks! As it stands, her dark, dramatic style lent a lot more common ground. And they complimented Jon's own pale complexion quite nicely, for that matter.
Now that the room was nearly clear, Jon was able to find all the little things. Accessories, baubles, jewelry. At the bottom of a particularly deep pile of laundry was a phone with a dark case and a few skull and bat stickers on the back. "So that's where it went!" Jon remarked, relieved to have found it. Why it was in Zoe's room he couldn't exactly say. Maybe he left it there last time he came in here? Pressing the screen, he found the phone still had most its battery, but had trouble opening it. The phone was brand new, and used one of those crazy facial recognition technologies. Very sci fi. Only now it was refusing to register Jon's face.
With a groan of frustration, Jon tossed his phone down on the bed and went back to work. Feeling adventurous today, he found a couple of striped knit gloves, fingerless at the tips but long enough to cover up to the elbow. He had always wondered what these had felt like, and why not try them today? Sliding on the long gloves, he was glad to find the material stretched well enough to fit. They were comfortable enough, though something was off about how they looked. Something was missing...
Jon realized what was wrong in a flash. Rummaging through the drawers, he quickly retrieved a small bottle of dark nail polish. That was what Zoe wore to complete the look! He wasn't sure if he really should, but if he was already wearing the gloves, he might as well go for the full look.
Jon painted each nail carefully, making sure the glossy black coats were distributed evenly and neatly. He noticed his nails were a little on the long side, but the color would cover that well. Besides, like this they were better for scratching. Jon giggled at that, though why he couldn't really say.
As his nails dried, Jon wondered if it wouldn't be better to do his toenails too, make it more even. But glancing down at his feet through the sheer hose, he decided that was quite unnecessary. Their old coating still looked fresh enough.
Hopping up from the bed, Jon winced as his chest heaved a little, chaffing his nipples against the fabric of the t shirt. See, this is why he normally didn't wear t shirts. Girls really were lucky--they could wear bras to stop their chests from bouncing around like that. Again, Jon pushed that wishful thought away, and went back to getting dressed.
