Dev
"Upon assessing your skin tones and shading in certain areas, in correlation with your hair color I've created a list of colors that would best suit you." The closet drone informed me. "Shall I read them to you?"
I sat on the edge of my bed, smiling. This machine was awfully nice and strangely enough had a great personality.
"If you want to." I said. "Go ahead."
"Okay." It began. "So blue and white are the obvious choices, and black is also good in moderation. Purple would match in certain shades and bring out the hints of those colors in your hair and eyes. Green will do this as well, and in very very rare circumstances yellow or red would be appropriate."
I shrugged. "I don't know a thing about fashion. My dad always made me wear the same thing...so...you're the boss I guess..."
The closet remained quiet for a moment before speaking. "Your father is that awful man Dib was informed of on the phone isn't he?" It asked.
I was taken aback and disturbed by this question, but nodding to assure the truth.
"Y...yes, that was him..."
More silence.
"I am glad you are here." He finally said. "Not there anymore. I don't know the extent of your damage, other than the visible scars and your leg."
I shifted uncomfortably, my right leg twinging with pain as if on cue.
"But I am glad you are with us and safe."
I blinked hard, a couple of stubborn tears tricking down my cheeks before I smiled weakly. The closet bot did not have a face, but I looked to it as if it did, offering my gratitude. "You are very kind. Thank you for your welcome."
"There is no need for thanks. If I were not a digital entity I would give much more than a verbal welcome." It paused again. "And even so, I will be here for your comfort whenever you need."
I nodded. "Th-thank you."
"So..." It now said awkwardly. "Permission to dress?"
"Y-yeah..." I agreed. "Yeah. Permission to dress..."