Hailey heard her name and turned to see Max. “Isn't it awesome? I couldn't resist!” She reached down, grabbing a piece of the hanging fabric and running her thumb over the embroidery along the edge.
It was just a simple tunic and belt—hardly a full cosplay experience. But it was enough to help her fit in, to feel part of the atmosphere and, in her own way, add to it.
She loved dressing up, even though she didn’t have a creative bone in her body; she was definitely more of the buy-it-instead-of-make-it type of cosplayer. It was a chance to be something other than what she was every day.
She imagined it was similar to how others felt when getting dressed up for a wedding or gala—hair, makeup, dress, the whole nine yards. But she hated formal attire. Give her a Viking outfit and an axe over a dress any day.
Hailey sized up Max in his work uniform and playfully tugged at one of his hanging suspenders. “You, sir, are not fitting in with the locals. Are you off? Can I buy you a beer, then we can head to the costume tent?”
It was just a simple tunic and belt—hardly a full cosplay experience. But it was enough to help her fit in, to feel part of the atmosphere and, in her own way, add to it.
She loved dressing up, even though she didn’t have a creative bone in her body; she was definitely more of the buy-it-instead-of-make-it type of cosplayer. It was a chance to be something other than what she was every day.
She imagined it was similar to how others felt when getting dressed up for a wedding or gala—hair, makeup, dress, the whole nine yards. But she hated formal attire. Give her a Viking outfit and an axe over a dress any day.
Hailey sized up Max in his work uniform and playfully tugged at one of his hanging suspenders. “You, sir, are not fitting in with the locals. Are you off? Can I buy you a beer, then we can head to the costume tent?”