Trevor's heart dropped and he whimpered as e followed the other into his bedroom once more. He really did not do well with clothes. Food, he was great at. clothes ... He needed Relic to put little tags or cues or something in the shirts and clothes he had, or were made for him. He followed his Papa and changed into what the other had told him. He looked over to the mirror, examinig it and he let out a heavy little sigh. Okay. He looked better now.
He turned to his Papa, looking him over once more with pleading eyes. "Is it okay now? Should ... Should I change the colors? Maybe an ice blue .. Red's a little cliche, isn't it?" He asked, eyes still so pleading to his Papa.
He turned to his Papa, looking him over once more with pleading eyes. "Is it okay now? Should ... Should I change the colors? Maybe an ice blue .. Red's a little cliche, isn't it?" He asked, eyes still so pleading to his Papa.