It’s just awkward. His sister notices the way I’m Dressed and offers to take me shopping to which I graciously oblige. I need some fitting clothes.
What is up with these immortals? Every girl I’ve seen so far looks like they need to eat desperately, like how thin can a person be. Every immoral has shoulder length hair or shorter, male and female. Stunning faces each with their own features though they all have blue eyes.
The shades of there eyes differ; I know I don’t look like them. Every girl dresses the skimpiest they possible can. I really don’t physically fit in here either. Kyla tries her best to make me feel comfortable she tries choosing outfits for me. I feel it’s really rude to tell her I would never be caught dead in some of those. So I buy them anyway. Maybe I’ll decide to wear them one day… maybe…. in the very very very very very far future. I pick up some things that I could wear.
Definitely jeans. Lots and lots and lots of jeans. She frowns at my choice of wardrobe mumbling something about even her mother dresses younger than me and she is 475 years old. I laugh it off. Basically it’s a really good day. I arrive back at their house with a lot of clothes to say the least.