FLORAL
On a cold but sunny afternoon, "I could be an Insta model in a dress like this!" chirped Ty Lee as she spun around a few times for effect.
It was pink and floral print and everything Ty Lee. She probably could be an Instagram model in it – or in anything she wore with her bubbly personality and good looks - but neither Mai nor Azula would tell her that. Neither was that kind of friend.
They did not encourage; they gently roasted to a crisp medium brown.
Ty Lee stood in the middle of the living room in front of the paused television while Mai and Azula sat on the sofa like America's Next Top Model judges. It makes Ty Lee remember when she and Azula would go to Build a Bear with Ty Lee's little siblings and pretend to be Stacy and Clinton from What Not to Wear and brutally judge all the little bear outfits.
Mai said, "If you tried to cross the street wearing that the hideous print would blind the drivers and cause an accident."
Azula added with a tiny cackle, "Did you borrow that from your grandma's closet?"
Ty Lee pouted and stomped her foot. Azula's heart fluttered; she loathed how cute she found that kind of absurd bubbly behavior. It made her want to snap the necks of puppies.
"I knew I should've bought something plain pink." She reaches into her bag and pulls out her phone to start looking up businesses. "This was on such a good sale."
Ty Lee squeaked angrily as she typed.
Azula crossed her legs, leaned back, and confidently drawled, "I know somewhere open at this hour and it has a great sale going on."
Ty Lee blinked twice. "Huh?"
Azula purred silkily, "It's my bedroom. All clothes are one hundred percent off."
Ty Lee giggled. Azula smirked.
Mai didn't know why she signed the rent agreement.
