~Moonrise University~ 5 clan RP reimagined

Cocking his head to one side, Preston snapped another selfie in the full-length mirror on the wall. He scrutinized the screen a moment before nodding curtly and sliding the device into the pocket of his black straight-legged slacks. 
"Eighth time's the charm!" he said in a sing-song voice, stepping closer to the mirror to inspect his face. The shimmery gold shadow he'd put at the outer corners of his lids made his pale eyes pop, and the highlight he'd applied made his cheekbones looked even more elegant than normal. His lashes were their natural white; he always thought they were too lovely to cover with mascara - that, and he was afraid he'd accidentally stain them. Fluffing his white hair with slender fingertips, he let out a dreamy sigh and blew himself a kiss. 
"Preston Weiss, you beautiful bastard," he said, smoothing down his cream dress shirt, undoing another button so it was open to just below his sternum. "You've done it again." Taking his black blazer from the hook on the back of the restroom door, he draped it around his shoulders, connecting the lapels with a gold collar chain. He placed a black flat-brim hat on his head (tilted oh-so-perfectly to show off the front of his styled hair, of course) and perched circular sunglasses on his nose. 
Leaving the single-occupant bathroom and exiting the building, he emerged into the bright sun on campus. Spotting a certain somebody near a tree, he strode confidently over (humbly ignoring the awestruck gazes of other students, thank you very much).
"Oh, Evvy!" he said, his baritone voice carrying over the quad. 

((oh yeah, it's preston time babey (ﾉ^ヮ^)ﾉ*:・ﾟ✧ ))
(((he's extra extra)))

Evan sighed, pressing himself further against the tree as he heard Preston's voice, he hated seeing his cousin right after he got out of nursing check-offs. He liked to look good too, and his nursing polo, khaki pants and horrendously clunky white shoes were not doing him any favors. "Hi Pres" he grumbled lightly, giving his cousin a once-over. "Nice hat."

Evan nodded "Well enough, didn't get a 100% but I didn't fail so that's all that matters." Leaning over, he grabbed his bag before standing up. "I will go shopping with you, but you know I have to go change first. I will not be caught dead out shopping in this outfit. Are you coming with me to my dorm?"

Silas looked over Frankie's shoulder at her pasta, "Oh why does everything look good here?" he complained lightly, "I am already eating a dysfunctional meal of soup and tacos, I can't add pasta too!"

Delilah joined them a few moments later, one plate full of grilled chicken, peas and mashed potatoes and another small plate piled high with a caesar salad. She reached into her bag, pulling out a bottle of hand sanitizer. She first got some for herself before offering it up to the other two with a raise of her eyebrows.

Evan swatted Preston's hands away, grumbling to himself as they headed in the direction of their dorm. "You know I like to clean, I most certainly do not live in a dump. Plus, we just moved back in, how would it be in such disarray already? Unless you're speaking from experience?" he replied, sticking his tongue out at Preston.


Silas puffed out a breath as Frankie elbowed him a little too hard in the ribs, but he smiled nonetheless before taking a bite of his tacoes. "Oh Del, these are so good, better than that taco place by your house."

Delilah's eyes widened, "Really? I can't believe it. You love Taco Queen more than anything."

Preston placed a palm to his chest in fake offense. "Evan! I'm hurt that you could think someone as perfect as I could ever!" After a pause, he let out a small chuckle. "Just kidding! You know I'm a walking disaster. I was only asking because I know how hard your nursing stuff is."

Frankie gaped. "What?!" she said, maybe a little too loudly. "You guys have had Taco Queen? I'm so jealous!"

"Darling, I am so glad you asked," the taller man said. Stepping up to the wardrobe, he cocked his hip and held a finger to his bottom lip as he surveyed their options. Then, with a smirk and a snap if his slender fingers, he leaned into the wardrobe and began to shuffle around. "These," he said, holding a pair of distressed black skinny jeans over his shoulder without looking. "Cuffed, with those fishnet tights I got you underneath. Wear some good socks, too, maybe the ones that say 'not interested' on the ankles?" Leaning further in (stooping to get his lanky frame in there), Preston then pulled a pair of Oxford Docs from the floor of the wardrobe, then stood somewhat to yank a crumpled tee from the back. Turning, he shot Evan a smile as he shook out the shirt. It was a black shirt that had faded to a dark grey, the bottom sporting a ragged edge and some tasteful-looking holes. On the front was the logo of some nondescript rock band. "And this!" he said cheerily. "Oh, and can I do your makeup? You've just got the most perfect face!"

Frankie shook her head with a smile, shoving another bite of pasta into her mouth before leaning back. "Count me down as greener than a frog," she said. "I'm envious! I'm really excited that I can try those kinds of places now!" She looked at Delilah, almost pleading with the other girl. "I know you said you're trying to be, like, healthy for your sports and all that, but do you think the three of us could go sometime?" With her big, sincere blue eyes blinking up at Delilah, she looked like a kid begging for candy.

"Always so demanding, baby cousin," Preston sighed dramatically, ignoring their whopping age gap of one year. He went over to Evan's desk and rummaged through his drawers before pulling out the small makeup bag. He withdrew some pencil eyeliner, highlighter, a BB cushion, a clean makeup sponge, and a small eyeshadow palette. He also pulled out an eyeshadow brush, a clear lip gloss, and some mascara.
Clapping his hands together, he stood straight and pulled Evan's desk chair away from the table. "Okay!" he said. "Take a seat and let ol' Pres get to work, hm?"

Frankie's eyes grew round and her grin grew wider. "Ahh! That sounds so fun!" she cheered, her hands drumming quickly on the table. "Are there, um, you know," she began, playing with her fingers and looking away bashfully as she asked. "Are there frogs?"

((my bby Frankie! she wants so badly to have friends but just can't contain her special interests))

"Mmm, not really," Preston hummed, starting on Evan's makeup. "Oh! I did need to get some more pencils for my drafting class, so I'll probably want to stop by the craft store." Finished with the base layer, he began to build eyeshadow in natural shades before moving onto the eyeliner. He then handed a small mirror and the mascara to his cousin. "Here, do your mascara; I'm not trying to poke your eye."

Frankie seemed to perk up immediately, smiling. "OH! A-ah, um, cool. Yeah, cool!" she finished up her food then, seeming relaxed.

Preston reapplied his own lipgloss without a mirror, smacking his lips together a few times. "Sure," he said. "I need more masks anyway."

Shrugging, Frankie stacked her dishes to carry to the conveyor taking them to the dishwashers. "At least there's lots of options, right?" she said before standing.

"Hell yeah!" Preston led the way to the student parking lot, where his car was. He climbed inside and put the top down, letting the breeze tousle his hair.

"Mmm, probably!" Frankie shrugged. "But don't miss out on the dessert bar, it looks awesome!"

Preston tapped at the screen on the dash for a moment, before lifting one shoulder in a shrug. "You pick the music today," he said. "And yeah, I finished up my internship with that designer in New York last week, so it's back to the grind for me!" He slowed down as they approached a red light. "I'll be there this weekend; we're doing College Karaoke night again, so that'll be a blast!"

Frankie grinned widely, setting her dishes on the conveyor and loping towards the desserts. "Girl, if you weren't meant to indulge then why are they so yummy?" she confidently picked up a cookie with her bare hands, quickly realizing it had just come from the oven and was burning her fingertips. "Hot hot hot!" she said. In a panic, she shoved it in her mouth, promptly burning her tongue. She whimpered and hopped from foot to foot, fanning her face as she chewed as quickly as possible before swallowing. Panting exaggeratedly, she sheepishly eyed the two new friends she'd just mortified herself in front of. Oh dear.

"Um," she said, her voice a touch squeaky. "The cookies are hot."