“Hey Viv, what’s in the boxes?”
“O-Oh! Um… Just some old clothes! Nothing too exciting… Ah! You opened the box!”
“Woah? Hold on, Viv, did you have a goth phase?”
“Ahhh… I guess the cat’s out of the bag… Or well, the clothes are out of the box.”
“Hey now, don’t try to distract me with a bad… pun? Would you consider that a pun?”
“We’d have to ask Violet or Valentina! We should go do that right now-”
“Aw come on, Viv, here’s no shame. I mean, look at me. I just never pegged you as the type to be into alt fashion, ya know?”
“Ah well… It was a loooong time ago. It was a time in my life where I was still trying to figure out who I really was. There were a lot of things about myself I was still trying to um… understand, you know?”
“Heh, nah, I get it. Been there.”
“Luckily, I was eventually able to discover and love who I am for what I am! But, um, part of that realization was that I’m definitely not cut out for the goth lifestyle.”
“Yeah it’s a big responsibility. But hey, if ya need somebody to take these clothes off your hands, I could probably find them a good home.”
“That’s really kind of you Vyc! B-But are you sure you’d even be able to even get them on? I think they’re about half your size.”
“I didn’t mean for myself but, heh, challenge accepted.”