“Well, talk about pedestrian and commonplace. Is that what you think? You have eyeliner and a leather jacket, so you’re some hot shit familiar? That’s pretty fuckin’ cringe. This,“ she gestured to herself, “is an aesthetic. It doesn’t make me anything other than well-dressed. Seems like you’re the only one playing dress up, cat boy. Poorly, if we’re counting backward. I don’t know what you’re trying to do, but your shirt and your pants are two completely different colors, and neither of them is the same as your boots. Amateur effort, three out of ten. Mid. At best.”
