After a brief shower the decision of what to wear was painstakingly made. Contents of dressers, closets, and drawers were emptied in Tyra's compulsive quest to find the perfect outfit. An attempt was even made to raid her sister's room; but ended upon Sheena's discovery of Tyra's intentions.
All combinations were taken into account, 'Maybe if I wear the red shirt with the black pants... No, I don't like how this fits.'. Her resources were almost depleted until she came across a favourite shirt that had been forgotten for weeks at the back of her closet. A sober creation trimmed with black that ran across the shoulders, above the scarlet of the main shirt and down to trim in a thick band the bottom. A delighted grin lit up her face, this was perfect. Rummaging through the chaotic piles of discarded articles she located a favoured pair of deep grey denim jeans. Close to the bottom of the pants lay a single scarlet tendril that ran diagonally and circled the pant leg, one on either side.
The loud announcement of "Perfect!" attracted her older sibling in who came in clad in a high collared shirt and a skirt.
"What's perfect?"
"Just the stuff I picked out."
"Really? I'll be the judge of that." Swiftly Sheena advanced, reaching for the selected outfit (which Tyra had already held out for her) and quickly surveyed it.
"Nice, it'll look good on you." She stated with an approving nod.
Tyra grinned at her sister's approval "Thanks," she fidgeted slightly, once again thinking of her unknown team.
"Hey, Ty." Smog orbs glanced up "Don't worry, ok? I'm here for you." A silent nod was the response. "Anyway, I still have to get ready. So you get ready too."
"Ya."
"Ok, later loser." Sheena exited with a smirk, they were always calling each other things like that. The familiar relationship brought a smile to her lips as she retorted quietly to herself "Bye retard."