Snippet #1469867

Near the end of the row was Ivory. He stood there, motionless as every single girl came out, nor did he bother to even count the ones that arrived. Around his neck hung a large pair of headphones, that were so out of style it wasn't even funny. Blaring from them was the sound of, more than likely, some rock band. Ivory's hands hung in his pockets, as though, no one would be able so see how tightly his fists were clenched.

Ivory looked up and down every single girl, and took a mental picture of their faces so that he could paint them later. He stared particularly hard at the first one to arrive, the green-haired one. He silently wondered to himself why such a woman would ever walk around with such a a gaudy color upon her head, and feel OK with it.

He shook his head, freeing the thought from it, and concentrated on a blonde-haired girl. She had golden, almost amber, eyes which stood out to him. Ivory wanted to go say hi to her, so that he could look into her eyes more, because with eyes that pretty one look just wasn't enough.