“She wasn’t wrong.” Kristi heard quill mutter and she rolled her eyes. You scare a human once and they start getting in their feelings, god people are so petty. Besides, Kristi was bigger and better than a demon.
“Like a style?” Kristi snapped her neck towards Quill, she nodded. “I guess mine would be a pastel grunge aesthetic… at least, that’s what I think it would be. So, how about you?” Kristi thought about it for some seconds before saying "The blood of my enemies, with their bones printed in beautiful fabrics for me to wear. It’s so pleasing, though for some reasons my mom doesn’t like it . "