Imma Hotstuff. And you?
Theme # 87: Plaid


What had happened to Xyntheshia's taste?

Fyo held up the shirt that his mother had sent him, wincing as his eyes wandered down its thick plaid. The owl that had delivered the thing [it had been wrapped up in brown packing and stuffed with cotton - the shirt, not the owl] stood by a crumbling window, and gave a merry hoot.

It was not that Fyo did not like plaid. It was just that he did not like it when it came in the form of a red shirt that read "I'm this century's hotstuff. Who are you?"