kennis~~ Rock it doll

[mason jared harris]

Needlework was his forte, and he clearly showed it as he quickly led the pointed silver simple machine through the fabric, over and over, letting the thread behind weave its way into the cheetah print dress that he was custom making for one of his girls. Kennis Duffy, what charisma that girl had. It didn’t matter where she was in a room, if she was there mason knew.


Tying a quick not into the end he flipped the dress rightside out and looked it over once more before trying to decide if there was more that needed to be done to the tight fabric. It was a long-sleeved dress. One sleeve was tight and started up at her shoulder, and the collar curved down, to where the second sleeve started, maybe four inches off her shoulder and flowed around the arm. The rest of the dress was tight, but stretchy, so it was fashionable and comfortable.


Mason pulled the dress over a manikin he had in his room and grabbed a trendy brown belt and wrapped it loosely around the hips. “perfect” he smiled. Pulling out his phone he took a few quick snapshots before quickly sending them to kennis, whom the dress was for and adding a quick message. “girl you better get over her to try this dress on.”

[kennis brielle duffy]

When Kennis felt a familiar buzz in the pocket of her denim shorts, she was taking an order at the Digital Bean, her current place of employment. “Double Caramel Latte, comin’ right up,” she grinned and turned on her heel, slyly checking her phone as she lifted an empty cup with her free hand. “Ohhh,” she let out a quiet awe inspired noise, she hadn’t been friends with Mason long but she had definitely been bribed into loving him eternally. She rushed with making the last cup of coffee before her shift ended, dumping four shots of espresso instead of two into the latte. That’d…probably be an unpleasant surprise but the girl who ordered it looked like she needed an all-nighter anyway.

“I’m heading out early!” The Bean was mostly deserted anyway, and it was basically understood that if Kennis got any sort of phone communication she’d be heading out early. It was a wonder that she hadn’t been fired yet, it was probably her good humor every time someone asked her to say “they’re after me lucky charms!” that kept her around. She pulled off her surprisingly tolerable waist apron and walked out the door before hopping onto her bike and pedaling into the promising Ehu night.

She pulled to a stop in front of the Einaki hall and climbed off her bike, she let it rest against the bike rack without a concern. The code of honor at Bouscher kept bikes safe from harm. “I’m here, my love!” Kennis called out as she walked into Mason’s dorm with a large smile. “What do you have for me?” she asked cheerfully as she gave him a kiss on the cheek.

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[mason jared harris]

It wasn’t until after he sent the text that she might be at work. Oops, well it’s too late to tell her to not worry about it. That wasn’t something that mason would normally do anyways, know if they were at work, all that mattered to him were his clothes that he would sell, save part charity, and the rest blow on very unimportant things. Like gum. And for the record, you should always be worrying when mason pull out a nearly flawless dress like this, everyone should. Maybe grovel, yes? A little bit of groveling never did anyone harm right? Letting a long finger play with the more open sleeve, he twirled the manikin around on its base, too look at it once more before it’s owner had arrived.


The usual sound that would have led him to believe a mass murderer was going to come in, was actually the sound of the eccentric red head at his door. Usually people didn’t scream around his dorm, but he kind of enjoyed it. “kennis, my girl.” He turned with and overly gay persona to his step. Letting her kiss one cheek, he kissed her other. It was only natural.


“What I have” he said, dragging out the vowels in have, “is the most wonderful,” he went higher on the last and closed his eyes, “dress a cheetah will ever wear.” He pointed with a limp wrist to the manikin with the dress on it, and around his wrist was one of those pen bags that were shaped like tomatoes. “what do you thing? ”

[kennis brielle duffy]

With a wave of his limp wrist, Mason motioned to a mannequin with her fierce measurements that had on a gawjuss cheetah print dress draped over it.
“Mason,” Kennis grinned as she walked over to the mannequin and gently pinched the neckline. “This is wonderful, you’re spoiling me. What will I do when you leave Bouscher? I’ll have to walk around naked.” she spoke, light-hearted laughter breaking up her sentences. It was wonderful to just cut loose and act silly, a quality Mason seemed to encourage in the young director. She quickly ran her pale freckled hands over the material, trying to casually check for pins. She trusted Mason deeply but there had been a slip up or two in their past and she wasn’t eager to repeat that.

“Well, it looks perfect,” she said as she oh-so-carefully pulled the dress upward and off the figure. She always lived in utter terror of ripping the sleek little dresses he made. They always looked so delicate but stood up to the wear and tear of her high maintenance social calendar. “I can’t wait to try it on!” she skipped into the bathroom and ducked behind the door, she quickly ripped off her work clothes and slipped it on. Shaking her bum in the mirror and laughing giddily before stepping out. “Fierce enough for you?” she asked, mockingly pursing her lips and striking a pose. “How do you come up with clothes like this? It’s like you never run out of ideas."

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[mason jared harris]

Mason could hear the apparent happiness in the girl’s voice and just that much enjoyment made his own lips turn up in a curve which the homosexual would normally call a grin. Of course his face didn’t normally hold this much emotion, seeing as he had the face of a model, and he loves to show off his jaw line and his ‘nearly perfect’ then lanky body which he characterized as a gay man’s paradise, but he has yet to find himself a guy who could please him as he would want, so now he pulled as much energy into his clothes as he could until he found himself someone. That person would have to realize that his clothes are very important to him, and in the end, they would understand.


“Yes darling…?” he had a feeling he was going to continue, so he kept his lips lightly glued shut as she flattered him in telling him how beautiful his things were. Yes that made him happy, nearly overjoyed, and her musings made him laugh, not out loud in a crazy frenzy of male like guffaws, but maybe a giggle or two escaped his lips, “oh girl, I would not let you run around free as a jail bird, that would just be silly. What you will have to do when you get out is buy my clothes line that will be so damn, hot and popular that everyone will want to have it. You will buy thouse, and if you ever come and see me beautiful, I will make you some sexy fine clothes.” He winked at her and wrinkled his nose. Masons girlfriends amused him so.


Watching her gently take the dress off the manikin, he laughed, light heartedly as she ran to the bathroom to change, “girl, you know how gay I am, it’s not like im gonna care about what I see.” He wouldn’t have thought her one to really care who saw her either, but if she wanted to go through the trouble to run her tight little body to the bathroom, then she could do that. Mason pulled off his pin cushion and tossed it in a basket of other projects that he had started, just hadn’t had the chance to finish yet.


Kennis walked out of the bathroom and struck a pose, “Damn girl, you are f. i. n. e.” he smiled. “Well you see, it’s the gay gene, or that’s what I think it is. It makes me so amazing, that I just look at what you normally wear and then I work around what you want, what I think would work, and my genious, and stuff pops out. Its great.” He sat on his bead, “and that dress might look good with some tall ass heels.”

[kennis brielle duffy]

Kennis giggled as Mason promised to never allow her to go clothing free, which was probably a good thing, sunburns on one’s bum is never an appealing prospect. “You’re a darling man; I’ll have them shipped to me wherever I am. Even when I’m old and wrinkly, I’ll wear your mini dresses,” she winked at him, the mental image of herself as a spinster with extremely dyed hot pink hair an wearing a mini dress covered in cheetah print on her min. ”It’ll be totally fierce,” she added with a knowing nod. Though Mason was likely as excited as she was, no way to push the boundaries of fashion quite the way a sixty year old going commando would.

Kennis set her hands on her hips as Mason praised himself, a large smile on her face. She looked down at the sleeve of the dress and lifted it upward. She waved her arm, clearly transfixed with flowing fabric and brought it back down. “and that dress might look good with some tall ass heels.” she scoffed and rolled her eyes skyward.
”Honey,” Kennis knew that gay people said this because Beyoncé said it in one of her music videos, and it was common knowledge that all gay people loved Beyoncé, no exceptions. ”If you think I haven’t already picked out the perfect pair, you must think me a fool,” she gave him an accusatory look which was quickly followed by a cheerful smile. ”What did you have in mind? I was think the gold pumps I wore a few weeks ago to Kennedy’s. she followed politely; she didn’t want to completely crush his shoe-pride.

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[mason jared harris]

If anything, the thought of an old lady wearing one of his hot, skimpy mini dresses made him kind of want to vomit in his mouth, but if any old lady could pull it off, it would be the one standing in his dress now. “Oh girl I know, it’s enough to bend a gay man back.” He winked as the sarcasm flowed thick threw his already gay sounding voice. If anything what it did was make it worse. Kennis’s hair fell around her shoulders as she watched the flowing sleeve as she moved it up and down before giving him the diva that he barely ever saw.


Arching a completely manicured eyebrow, he could almost feel his face turn. It wasn’t like he was trying to get that diva from her, but from what he guessed, the look on his face made her retry what she was saying. Mason thought carefully as she spoke about, “Girl you went to kennedys without me!” he looked at her with a disappointed look before continuing, “you have to tell me when you go to these things girl, or im going to be pissed! But-“ mason sighed, “I still love you.” Rolling his eyes mason nodded, “ gold pumps would work, just work it good.”


Smiling he looked her over once more, realizing that now another of his works would be shown to a whole new group of people. He soon would be a very popular, especially if she wears that dress to school. It would be a good way to get money, not that he really needed it at all. “I’m just so excited you liked it.” He laughed and grabbed his camera, “now you get to be a model, were would you like to go?” it was a custom with mason, as soon as you got one of his items, especially a hand made one, you would model for him and he would keep the pictures and put them in a photoalbum to eventually be placed into a scrapbook, “if you don’t choose I will.”

[kennis brielle duffy]

“Girl you went to kennedys without me!”

[/i] he asked, giving her a certain look she knew spelled a talking to.
”I’m sorry, Mason!” Kennis exclaimed after being chided by Mason, though he probably hadn’t ever been mad before in his life. If he had, Kennis was grateful for not seeing it; he was creative enough that he could ruin some lives. “I didn’t think naked ladies were really your scene,” she shrugged her shoulders and laughed.

“I still love you.”[/i] he admitted while rolling his eyes skyward, Kennis bit down on her lip to keep from smiling to brightly.
”Aw! How couldn’t you!?” she asked and threw her hands in the air, ”You can’t hate a beautiful person,” she winked as she walked over to Mason’s bed, she took liberty with pulling the blankets back and sitting down. Secretly, Kennis loved modeling for Mason, it made her feel glamorous, but she pretended that it wasn’t a big deal. No skin off her bones, but she did love it. Someone fawning over her as while she didn’t have to pretend that she wasn’t vain? Yes, please.

“So, did I tell you my big news?” she asked with a large grin as she took a pillow and propped her elbow against it.
She flipped her hair back over her shoulder and stared at Mason who was still toying with the camera. Silly boys and their gadgets.
“Theo and I are official!” she grinned. “Of course, I mean filthy youth official,” she added with a knowing nod, it wasn’t official until the entire internet knew what your romantic antics happened to be.

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