I guess you could describe it as "normal"... Let's take a look at our protagonist, Y/N. The girl is practically vibrant with excitement while getting ready to travel to the other side of the world to attend a convention,
She was just sitting on her bed, a F/C towel wrapped around her frame and brushing her long hair with a cheeky smile plastered on her face, her hair still wet and dripping on the bedsheets, creating tinny wet dots.
After tying her hair in a ponytail, she proceeded to paint her fingernails and toenails black. While watching closely as the "Book of Atlantic" came to an end with Sebastian fighting off the last remaining zombies. She sighed and got up, closing the lid of her favourite nail polish and changing into a pair of pajama shorts and a loose t- shirt.
[ Y/N's POV ]
I've almost finished packing my old leather suitcase with all the outfits I need... well that's a lie. I don't need so many, maybe I should donate them to "Goodwill" after I come back. I'm sure there are people who'd appreciate them more than I do.
"-Fake it like you love me! come on baby, talk to me!
Show me where it hurts! This dirty little curse!
Don't have to be ashamed, If you wanna scream my name, well I f-"
I turn the music off and change into a more proper attire for traveling... well in my case at least,
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A white button-up shirt with flowy sleeves, black bell-bottoms and black knee-high boots with heels as well as a silver cross I slip over my head . I was going to a convention after all, the only place people won't judge you for being extra.
I check myself in front of my full body mirror. "Lookin' good!" I winked at my reflection while finger- gunning, before giggling silently. "Ok, now stop the bullshit, Y/N. We got traveling to do tomorrow."
