Fitting Rooms · 1:14am Dec 13th, 2021
“So what do you think? Sleeves aren’t too long? Colors don’t clash?”
Griff finally looked up from his seat after what felt like an eternity. Venom took a sip from his paper cup, staring back with stars in his eyes. He’d picked up a soft-colored hoodie with some slim-fit sweatpants.
“Hm… looks good on you… aren’t you hot in that? It’s like, eighty degrees out there.”
“Well, it’s like, below zero in here! I can see my own breath!”
“Probably because it smells like Berry Punch.”
Venom rolled his eyes, walking over and sitting down next to his brother. “Did you get anything?”
“Not much, nah. Just…a little something.”
“Oh? What’s that?” Venom asked, raising a brow.
“I’ll show you.”
Venom turned to face Griff, watching with interest. The umbrum tugged on a black and white striped shirt with baggy jeans, along with a fully black crop top to match. He pierced his left ear with an earring that had some kind of lowercase “t” on it as well.
“Woahohoah… sweet!” the blue changeling grinned.
“Eheh…it has been a while since Griffon tried his emo phase again…”
“Hmmm… what’s the ‘t’ stand for?” Venom asked as he tapped Griff’s earring.
“I think it’s meant to represent Faust?”
“…Faust starts with ‘t’?”
“Something about a cross?”
“Oh… oh.”
Heh
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“Oh heck yeah!”
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Heh, aww
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“Actually, no, I haven’t.”
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“Coming!”