Color collision

Pastel boy

Nor matter the weather or day, he loved to dress vivid and exquisite. Though the snickers and tease bugged him a bit but he learned to shake the negativity off. Mark, which was his name, was unique man. He enjoyed the smallest things in life and had a everlasting smile stuck on his face. Its as if sadness isn't something he never heard of before.

Today, Mark wore a pastel pink sweatshirt which the sleeves covered his hands which he loved, beige khakis that hugged at his legs, and decided to pip things up and crowned himself with one made of flowers. He fixed his glasses and admired his looks in his mirror. The frame of it was covered with flowers which he was proud of.

Mark's whole room in fact was a aesthetic mess. He absolutely loved it.
He knew he'd be judged quite harshly if people saw a grown man wearing such feminine attire. Of course he didn't wear skirts or anything too girlish but it had the right touch of femininity for him.

People saw him as this buff man who everyone thought he was hard as a rock and 100% man. They've only took a glimpse and the thin layer of Mark.

'I should take a little walk... just to you know, get some fresh air and just to live life at the fullest.'

Mark along with Chica of course, his friendly labrador and also his baby girl headed out. Mark once in a while looked down at Chica giving her a sweet and tender smile. The sky held only a few clouds which made the suns beams not as bright which Mark didn't mind. The heat wave in L.A can get to be too much.

Mark noticed a girl and her friend holding their phones up facing Mark from a far smiling and giggling amongst each other. They found Mark's style of clothing to be cute and dorky.

Mark simply just smiled confidently and kept walking with Chica prancing ahead of him. After Chica did her business and nearly hours of walking, Mark had decided to go home, make himself a bite to eat, and probably take a nap.

Mark was a balanced eater but tended to tip the scale from time to time by binge eating sugary snacks. Today he decided to just have a hot meal and tea.

Mark watched Chica sleep in her cozy bed and smiled sweetly. Chica lays in her bed like a good dog but finds Mark's to be like a cloud in heaven and never wants to move which results in a furry mess on his bed.

"Damn... its pretty quiet here... as usual...." Mark let out a heavy sighed bored as he ate.

"I need someone, to expand my color palette...."

Mark finished his meal and slipped into comfy baggy clothing and drifted off to sleep with the endless wonder in his mind.