We made our way down the hall, and saw mom reading a newspaper.
She smiled the moment she felt our presence. But soon, her smile dropped with creased up eyebrows. "What are you wearing that!. Your going on date Scarr! Wear something appealing."
"Appealing? My clothes are appealing!" I opposed.
"Yes, they are." Xaviar agreed beside me.
"Shut up you both!" She screeched.
"I have a perfect dress for the occasion!"
And I internally face palmed in annoyance. "Mom that's not necessarily, seriously. I'm comfortable in these." I asserted, gesturing towards my outfit.
But yet my mom being a threatening machine narrowed her eyes whilst stomping in my direction and dragged me along with her. Rolling my eyes I didn't condemned, and followed her lead.
