Fate and Destiny decide the path that rest ahead, but who's to say someone can't save you from either of those?
Who's to say your story ends there?
(Team Bucciarati x Fem!reader)
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"You want me to try that on?" Motioning a hand to the articles of clothing currently resting in the teens hands an eager nod was given in response.
"It would look good on you! Come on" Urging you to take the pile of monochrome clothing Narancia gave an encouraging smile.
This was around the third or fourth store that the three of you had entered and both Trish and Narancia have been trying to get you to try on different articles of clothing.
For some reason.
"Please." Hearing the raven haired teen drawl out the word you let out a sigh in defeat.
"Fine. Fine, I'll try them on." Reaching out to take the clothes from him, he right away bounced in place fist pumping the air. An ear to ear smile had taken over his expression, while your eyes trailed towards where Trish was seeing that she was holding a few hangers.
"You should try these on too." Chiming that out and extending the hangers towards you emerald green hues spared a glance at the clothes you held, "Since you're trying something on for Narancia it'd only be fair." Knowing that she was right you took the hangers from her hands dottling your way towards the back of the store where the change rooms were.
Right away locking the door behind you and laying out the two outfits you let out an airy laugh at how different the two were. They were complete opposites of one another.
Urging yourself to just try both of them on for the two waiting outside you slipped on the outfit Narancia had picked out. The ripped jeans and cropped T were both rather nice, but it took you a moment to get your arms successfully through the fishnet undershirt. A chain or two also dangled among the sides of the pants chiming at every movement.
Adjusting the sleeves once more before opening the door your eyes fell upon the two currently occupying a couch before the change rooms. Trish seemed to scan the attire before letting out a hum, "It's nice but not really your style. I like the fishnets though."
Upon hearing that comment Narancia let out a slight whine, "Wha? But I think it looks so good, it makes her look like a baddie." His opinion right away conflicted with Trish's and the affirmation pink haired girl crossed her arms.
"I'm not saying it doesn't look good. I'm saying it's not her style." Watching the two as they bickered a bit you gave a huffed laugh slipping back into the change room and switching into the other outfit.
This one consisted of a pair of light blue jeans, a white cropped T and quite a long wool like pink jacket. It all looked rather cute together but you felt that it was something Trish would wear herself, maybe even look a lot better in it than you did.
