"What do you get for a goth chick?" Those were the words that Panty Anarchy said to you. You cocked an eyebrow in response to the angel's sudden question.
The goth in question was Stocking Anarchy, Panty's younger sister, who was turning 18 tomorrow. You were surprised that she was asking you for an ideal gift, much less that she was getting a gift for her.
Anyone would've think that Panty and Stocking were not related at first glance. Their looks were just the start. Panty looked like a celebrity blonde, as far as you can tell; a blue-eyed blondie with a thin, tight waist, fair light skin, and an impeccable fashion sense. Stocking, meanwhile, was the pinnacle of goth; navy-pink hair with light blue eyes, a nice curvy waist, and pretty much dresses in Lolita goth dresses, complete with lace and trims.
Their personalities were even more different. Panty's a sex-obbsesed maniac who loves eating spicy food and can be just plain rude. Stocking was more into eating sweets and usually had a cold, sarcastic demeanor, though she can be rude when provoked to.
Really, their eye color and height were their only similarities.
"I mean, seriously, what do they like?"
"Wait, you're getting her a present?" You responded, wavering your fork to where the other angel was sitting.
"Well, duh! I have to give her something. What, don't remember the point of birthdays? You give them presents and shit! I'm not letting that slut curse me out like there's no tomorrow.
"But the thing is, I don't know what to get her.
I don't know a thing about goths! And I'm not getting her some lame-ass gift like candy. Look, all I'm asking is: can you help me?"
You ponder for a moment. The Anarchy sisters were always on each other's neck, and Panty always calls her vulgarities pretty much everyday—she literally just called her a slut moments ago—, but here? It seems like she wants to show that she generally cares for Stocking, no matter their differences.
You told Panty that you would help her with her current quest.
"Fuck yeah! You're a life saver! I'll meet you at the mall after school, ok?"
The bell rang just as she said that, and the whole cafeteria shuffled around, the other highschoolers running to their next class. As you walked out, you imagine what you and the angel would find.