sixteen - styles

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"Mr Kobi, have you ever thought of replacing that bag?" Tina asked him, pointing his travel bag. "It's large and heavy. You're using a heavy bag anyway, why not use something pretty and cute but can handle heavy weight bags?"

"Well, your bag is tacky." He comments, leaping over a rock.

"What? It's not! The flower stitch complements the one on my dress, and the stripe pattern on the lace is lovely."

"Actually, your whole getup is tacky. Let's find something to replace that."

An olive green blouse, a brown dress with a small opening on the middle with laces and also olive green skirt, black leggings with dotted prints, and yellow boots with a heart pattern. She is indeed wearing a very childish, although well complementing clothes. Almost a little fashionable, at least to some.

“I think it's nice.” she muttered with a pout.

“Ah, but wouldn't you like to, well, "shop" for some clothes? You might not notice it since you don't remember most stuff, but I'm wearing my school uniform, with boots and a printed shirt. That's really not my style.”

“Oh, what is your style?” she asked with brimming curiosity.

He smirked, surprising Tina. “Back when school still existed, a lot of people compliment my fashionable sense of style. I'm actually a very preppy guy, but I explore a very diverse selection of clothing. I couldn't make up with sports, so why not make up in style?”

Tina's eyes sparkled with curiosity. “Oh! Were you rich, Mr. Kobi?”

Kobi's smirk slowly faded a little, leaving only a small, reminiscent smile.

“Were we?” he mumbles with a distant look in his eyes.

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