"This should work" Thomas holds up a green button up. I scrunch my nose, " I'm going to school, not Easter service." I push the shirt back onto the rack, starting to rethink this whole thing.
We had to go and buy me new cloths because Thomas' were too tight on me, and showed my muscular figure which we need to hide.
"Okay, since you don't want any of the colorful ones, just take this and uh..." Thomas throws me a white button up with black buttons. " here, put this on over it." He Hands me a black over coat thingy and some black dress pants. At least I wont look like a walking watermelon or something.
Taking the cloths to the dressing room, I sigh closing the brown curtain. Removing my black muscle tee and ripped jeans, I step into the fancy cloths.
"Why are there so many freaking buttons?" I mumble to myself as my fingers fumble with the tiny objects. Once I finally get the white shirt on, I shrug the black over coat on and pull the curtain back.
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"You have to tuck it in." He says in a 'duh' tone and I roll my eyes and stuff the white shirt into the dress pants. I tug at the collar. "How does this not choke you?"
He rolls his eyes and steps back. He blinks, pushing his glasses back and his eyes widen."You look... like me" he breaths out.
"Well then, it looks like we're buying it."
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"Thomas, get it over with." I groan, sitting on the lid of the toilet.
"I can't! It's like automatic doors." Thomas says as his moves his finger closer to his eye causing it to snap shut before could get the contact in.
"Don't make me do it." I hiss, growing inpatient with him.
He looks at me frightened "you wouldn't."
I stand from the lid and he frantically shoves the contact onto his eye, causing him to blink rapidly.
"Now was that so hard?" I ask, leaning against the counter, watching his eye water up and turn red.
"It's scratching my Cornea!" He squeals.
"Just hurry up and put the other one in." I sigh.
He turns to me, giving me a sad attempt of a glare. "Remind me to teach you how to look intimidating, because you're failing at looking like me at the moment with that look." I snicker at his face.
"Pft, you're not intimidating." Thomas says placing the other contact on the top of his finger.
"I'm not?" I take a step closer to him making him jump.
