Ezio slammed the door of his closet shut after grabbing a dark grey silk suit and white dress shirt. It was not his favorite outfit ever,  but anything was better than cotton. The vibration of the closet door hitting its stationary place caused a few of the pin up posters on his wall to float in the air side-to-side before landing gently on the floor. The posters were held up on the boring white walls with tape, and most of the images were innocuous enough, the average model smiling and posing in skimpy swimwear and undergarments.<br/><br/>The teacher fumbled around and practically ripped the crappy cotton suit off of his body. He hit the side of his armoire with the side of his body. "Shit!" He yelled as he wriggled out of the cotton pants. Awkwardly, he held his foot up one at a time and took off the socks white cotton. White cotton socks, in Ezio's opinion were too cheap and ugly to be worn with anything. "No fuckin' excuse for these crimes against footwear!" With the cotton dress shirt also tossed aside, he dressed himself in 'proper' clothes.<br/><br/>Socks pulled out of the armoire, black cashmere. Dark grey suit pants and jacket made of fine, pliable silk. White silk dress shirt. This was how one was supposed to dress. He slipped his black dresshoes back on, and sighed heavily in relief. He didn't bother with a tie, ties were for important events where one wanted to look 'impressive'. Spending all day surrounded by horny little brats was NOT a tie-worthy event.<br/><br/>His pack of cigarettes had disappeared with the black suit that he had originally been wearing, but his entire bottom drawer of his armoire was dedicated to 'cig storage'. Little smack sounds were subconsciously made by his mouth as he anticipated the taste of menthol. Ezio's brand of choice was Eve, specifically, Eve Light 120.<br/><br/>Nicotine and booze were his vices, and boy did they grip him something fierce. Ezio opened a pack of cigarettes and shoved one of the flower-printed cigarettes in his mouth before brining a shaky hand up to the cigarette's tip to light it. Fire was only good for lighting cigarettes and cooking.<br/><br/>For the next hour or so, his nicotine fix was sated. He tucked box of cigarettes in his dress shirt pocket, before exiting his room. What should he do now? Perhaps try to find Violetta? Nah, he was low on brandy. Sarcastically, he remarked: "Can't be low on booze! Lady will understand."<br/><br/>He reached into his shirt pocket to enjoy another cigarette before headed to the shops. He exited the school, and lit another Eve Light 120 as soon as he reached the outdoors. Standing on the porch of the school's entrance, he smugly puffed his fashionable cancer.