∻ ANTS in the ATTIC ∻

[Shelti]

NTS in the ATTIC
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In alphabetical order...
the*WHAT* and the *WHERE*
must begin with the same letter

[Westerly_2]

Wow, zorillas are impressive.

Careening from countless cognacs, Carey crashes into Collette's closet, choosing corsets, cullottes and camisoles to costume himself.

[Angharad]

Carey may have a runway in his future. ツ

Diminutive Derrick didn't do drugs but did do drag, and daily dug deep in Diedrika's dresser for delicious dresses, dirndls, delicate drawers, designer denim dungarees, dusters, and dressing-gowns. 

[Westerly_2]

Derrick should host his own fashion show!

Enchanted by elegant embroidery, Efraim enthused over Ellen's eiderdown embellishments and embossed egg-shell elbow edgings.

[Angharad]

Efraim is such a stylish boy!

Franklin frankly feels feminine in French finery finagled from Francine by feigning feelings for and fooling her with fanciful fully-fabricated fictions.

[Westerly_2]

Tsk , tsk.  Such fraudulence, Franklin.

Gay as a gilded goldfinch,Gary gathers gorgeous garments to glorify his gallant gesticulayions and garnish his gaudy grandstanding.

[Angharad]

Gary is grand!

Hoping for huge hair, homely Harold hurries to his hairdresser holding hefty heaps of hair-extensions, hand-tied half-wigs, horsehair humps, hairpins, hair-combs, and Harriet's homespun headbands.    

[Westerly_2]

Hair's hoping, Harold.

Insisting on illustrious idealized illusions, Isaiah impishly inhabits an inordinately illustrated iconostasis, ironically idiosyncratic of his image of his id. (Yeah, I barely understand it myself).

[Angharad]

Immodest, inflated Isaiah!

Just jolly jubilant, Jeremiah jounced jauntily along the jonquil and jasmine jammed jut, jacketed in jaunty jade jacquard jeweled with jargoons, and jodhpurs, joyfully jiggling his jazz-hands.  

[Westerly_2]

Jeremiah is virtually AFLAME!

Kurt, aka Kraft Kat, kung fu's kangaroo Kim, his Kool-aid man, with killer karate kicks,  all to the tune of Kool and the Gang.

[Angharad]

Killer Kurt!

Larry, lately Lana, languidly luxuriates in lavender-scented liquid, lavishing love on her latest lover, Laurence, lasciviously licking his long limbs lightly, looking longingly at his limp...lettuce.

(Laurence was eating a salad. lol) 

[Westerly_2]

You'll be wanting a little more life in your lettuce.

Mel's movements mimicked the muscular machinations of a movie moll, as he motivated his maximus gluteus as if the mushy mass was majorly motorized. 

[Angharad]

Hahaha! And Mel will be wanting a little more muscle in his bustle.

Never noticing neighbors' narrow-minded negative nods, Nicholas neutralized his non-female neuropsychology and nasty neuromuscular neurobiology, donned his nonflammable negligee, and nimbly "Nancied" northwest to the nearest notorious nightclub.