Sight

"Gabriel, is it really healthy to have so many pictures of yourself?" Julian asked as he stood in the center of the room. Just as with the rest of the house, the room lacked carpeting and wallpaper but yet, it was brimming with life. It was thanks to Gabriel's keen eye for decorating, of course. But the fact he had quite a few pictures of himself around the room was a tad strange. Then again, the rest of the paintings weren't exactly normal either. Gabriel looked over his shoulder, blinking, before he turned back to tap the glass encasing a fish tank.
"Sure it is. It keeps my self-esteem up. Ain't that right, Nans?"
"...Nans?"
"My fish! The brown and white one. The orange one is Bastian and the blue one is Izzy. Say hello to them!" Julian raised a brown, slowly lifting his hand and using his pinky to wave. Gabe was even stranger in his natural habitat.
"Gabe, may I get some clothes? I'm getting kinda...cold."
"Oh, right. Let's see..."

Gabriel left the fishtank, moving over to the two dressers by the door. He opened one of the drawers on the right most dresser, shuffling through some shirts. Julian sat on the side of the bed, waiting to approve whatever strange ensemble was to be produced. Gabriel had assured him he owned male clothing but...to what extent could they be considered male? He looked at Gabriel's profile, thinking about how gentle his features were. Catching himself, he shook his head. He was hoping he'd be able to keep his feelings out of his head for at least the morning. But matters of the heart care not for situations. Though, to be honest, he did wonder about yesterday. Gabe hadn't said anything. Did he really forget?
"Let's see..." His thought train was disrupted when Gabriel pulled out a silk-like black shirt, holding it up. "What do you think?" Julian raised his brow, tilting his head.
"Well...it looks nice...a bit tight, though..."
"Ah, well. It should fit you, what with your tiny boy frame. Now, I have the perfect pants that will go with this!"
"Are they tight as well?"
"...Perhaps."
"...So, you pretty much lack any sperm due to wearing tight clothes since what? The age of 11?"
"Pretty much." Gabriel looked up from the shirt to Julian, noticing something strange. "Hey, you okay?"
"Hm?"
"You're kinda...looking out into space. Somethin' on your mind? What, is my fashion sense that bad?"
"No, no...I was just...I didn't really want to bring it up but the phone call yesterday..."

"You haven't forgotten...have you?" Julian asked as he rose off the bed, taking the shirt from Gabriel's hands, folding it. Gabriel's expression read confused as he raised his gaze slightly, trying to see his answer in the air. "Yesterday...phone call..."
"Phone call...phone call..." Gabriel repeated as he tapped his lip with his index finger. Julian waited. It seemed he truly did forget. Dare he remind him? He could just let it go and it'd be as if the phone call never happened. But not entirely. To Julian, he'd still know. Sighing, he decided to once again sacrifice his own peace-of-mind.
"Look..." He drew Gabriel's attention, "If you can't remember, it's okay. It wasn't too important."
"You sure? Wasn't it something about...car emissions?"
"Not quite but I'll settle for that."

"You're silly, Julian." Gabriel smiled as he patted his friend on the shoulder. "You know that? Tell ya what, let's go out today! You could use some socialization. I'll take ya to Koushi with me. I'm sure you'll love it there." Julian wasn't so sure. A nightclub full of transsexuals, transvestites and other gender-confusing persons as well as being under the heavy influence of smoke machines and stroblights wasn't his ideal place. So he tried to gently decline.
"That sounds nice, really Gabe but...I have too much work to do. I can't be out at clubs...I....I have to find a new house and...maybe go into work, I'm gonna need some extra money to replace the things I've lost...not to mention, pick up my extra pair of glasses."
"Glasses are overrated. And like Al said, you can stay here as long as you like...as for replacing things, we can do that over time. I am more than happy to let you wear my old clothes. They'd fit you better than me, anyways. Come on, please?" Gabe proceeded to use his signature puppy dog look, pouty lips and all. Julian raised a brow, shaking his head. This only caused Gabe to get closer and closer with his pouty lip and softened eyes. "Pleeeeease? Pretty please with sprinkles on top?"
"I do like sprinkles..." Julian said softly as he contemplated. He looked at Gabe again, finally giving into the boy's puppy dog look. Darn that look! "Fine...fine..."
"Yay! Now, you get dressed while I find me something to wear too!" Gabe gave Julian a quick hug before turning his attention to the left most dresser. Julian sighed, defeated, as he began to dress himself.

It didn't take him too long to get himself dressed and ready for the day. While initially uncomfortable about wearing such tight clothing, Julian found he didn't mind it so much. He actually felt attractive. But he wasn't sure if he'd dress like this every day. Julian just wasn't the type. After he finished dressing, he relaxed on the bed and followed Gabriel with his eyes.

The boy amused him, scurrying throughout the room while picking up various cosmetics. That boy put so much effort into how he looked. Julian remembered Gabe once saying that his appearance was the only thing he seemed to treasure most about himself, the only thing he had a definite control over. He supposed it made sense. Gabe's life, from what he had learned, wasn't very structured. So having control over even the smallest thing was something new to him. Once Gabe was finished fixing his hair, he turned around.

"How do I look?"
"Beautiful as always."
"Good!" He smiled as he got a better look at Julian. "You look good, too. Silk really suits you."
"I don't think so..."
"Nonsense! You have a nice, lean body. It looks great. Really. I bet you'll have lots of guys flinging themselves at you. If we're lucky, we might be able to find you a boyfriend!"
"What makes you think I'd be interested?"
"You like me, don't you? So you must have a thing for trannies." Julian blinked. So he did remember! He opened his mouth to rebuttal but Gabe held his hand up. "Trust me. We'll find you a delicious tranny, don't worry. Let's get going, shall we? I can't be late. It's my job to ready the bar today. You wouldn't want to be in the same room as a bunch of queens without their liqour." Julian slowly rose and tossed his legs over the side of the bed. Just what did Gabe think was going to happen? Did he think he was going to find Julian some replacement?
"Doesn't work that way..."
"What was that?"
"Nothing, nothing...something about car emissions."