So. Priestly had a date with Claudia this evening. An actual date. With kissing. And no extra people.

He wasn't freaking out. The way he was throwing all his clothes on his bed and wailing about not having anything to wear and comparing the various benefits of his blue "free sample" t-shirt with his yellow "lesbian" t-shirt and his hair was sticking up with far less direction than usual had absolutely nothing to do with freaking out.

Okay, so the flopping down on the floor with a shell-shocked look, surrounded by t-shirts, hair dye, and CDs for making her mix tape might have had something to do with freaking out. But only a little.

[ooc: Door and post are open, yo]