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>> town, tristan
•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧. ˚ •̩̩͙ ✩.•̩̩͙˚⁺‧. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.˚ •̩̩͙ ✩. •̩̩͙˚⁺‧.
He paid no mind to her glaring-which was strange. Usually, people didn’t really like being glared at, and made that clear. But he remained his annoying self. She hated herself for letting that moment pass and for letting him catch her off guard. She swore she wouldn’t let herself do that again as her features darkened once more. “I know I’m right. You didn’t have to reassure me.” Although his words were conceited, his tone was soft along with his smile. She wanted to say something rude, but the kindness in his smile stopped her. She just shook her head, smiling dryly instead. “You’re too much.” She said monotonously. He looked like he was about to say something, and she arched a brow at this. But in the end, he said nothing. She looked away, hiding her curiosity. Whatever. He was probably going to make some stupid joke anyways-she should be happy he’d shut his mouth. “Why try when this isn’t a date?” Tristan asked, smirking lazily. He wasn’t walking too close to her, which was a good thing-that would be annoying. “Oh, so it isn’t a date?” Porcelain asked, recalling he had said they were on a date when she told him he could call it whatever he wanted.
His smirk seemed to vanish as he complimented her, “It…it suits you.” She turned around to the mirror again, staring blankly at herself. She really did like the jacket, but her tight-lipped frown didn’t show this. “It does…” She murmured after tearing her sea-colored eyes away from her reflection. But he had already turned away, flipping through some shirts. He held one up-a grey shirt with three pandas, along with a pair of ripped shorts. She had to admit, she did like the shorts, and she didn’t have anything like it. But the shirt was much too cutesy. She raised a brow-had he seen her? She only wore black clothing, gothic clothing. Not that she hated pandas, she supposed they were alright, though she’d never seen one. “Hm.” She walked over to another section-one filled with clothing much more to her taste. After a moment, she had a bundle of clothing in her arms. She set them out on a random table- a thin black turtleneck, and black leather pants. They’d probably look nice with the jacket-if he decided to buy it. “I’ll wear that if you wear this.” She said. There was no way he’d say yes. And if he wouldn’t be goth, she wouldn’t be cute.
orp >> @skyler2 pretend the blazer in the outfit doesn’t exist 
AND YOU DID AMAZING + @benitz786 
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