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Post by Iskander Rafel Azizi on Oct 30, 2011 18:59:39 GMT -7
Iskander mother had a unqiue sense of humour, one that generally did not do Iskander any good. From being enrolled in a swimming class with six year olds (that Jennah taught) to this, now. A giraffe? Really? At east it was adult sized, and at least he was humouring his mother, but it wasn't humouring him. Yes, Iskander liked giraffes. They were, by far, his favorite animal. In fact, if a giraffe was a powerful icon, it would have been on his crest, but an eagle had been more fitting. Still, that wasn't reason for a young man to dress up as one. It made the once-sultan even more awkward than he usually was.
The arab boy was sitting on a bench, chowing down on an elephant ear with a couple prizes he'd won beside him, in a plastic bag.. Even if he was in a silly costume, he was going to do his best to enjoy the night. Jennah. for a moment, had gone off to visit with some friends, and so that would heave him to his own devices for a little more than any hour. Maybe he'd find someone to face on the bumber cars...if they didn't giggle too much at his silly get-up.
At least he could say it was halloween, so...what was the harm in being in a bug, plush, giraffe costume?
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