Have I mentioned I hate shopping? (Open to one)
Feb 12, 2014 13:01:19 GMT -6
Post by Zandra Blakes on Feb 12, 2014 13:01:19 GMT -6
Holy Arceus.
Zandra hated the mall, the crowds, the smell of perfume, the roar of people. Irritated, annoyed, and just plainly ticked off. Wearing cameo cargo pants that your dad packed for you and a bikini top covered by an over sized tank top, her commander boots stomped down the escalator as she stormed to the clothing store. She knew she should have asked her brother to pack her clothes at least he would have packed her some decent clothes instead of only freaking uniforms. Dexter's light claws gripped into her shirt holding on as he balanced over her shoulder. He was rolling his eyes at his trainers irritation, though it was understandable, didn't mean she should destroy the city. The girl fumed because of the fact her little bit of extra spending money would have to go into buying clothes when she very well had a decent wardrobe at her fathers house. Now she had to waste her time dealing with this crap.
Grumbling under her breath she continued to head toward the clothing department of the mall, she hoped this tropical area even sold decent clothes that would not only work with her style but also look decent on her. Finally reaching the department Zandra slowed her storming walk, allowing Dexter to relax just the slightest knowing now it would be harder for him to be flung off. The Trapinch sighed shaking his head to clear Zandra's hair from his face and almost his mouth, he wondered why people even liked being covered in hair, he preferred his exoskeleton any day.
The dark haired trainer walked slowly scanning the isles looking for any clothing for her though she was right, almost everything was way too bright and, or too revealing for her taste which was starting to put a sour taste in her mouth. "Damn it...." She hissed running a hand down her face. "How freaking annoying."