Clothes upon clothes. A pile, a mountain, sits by the mirror. After the two of you got invited to a hip party known to be hosted by only the coolest trolls, cronus INSISTED on getting a whole new fucking wardrobe.

“ya know itll be hard to choose n’ buy anythin’ here if ya keep on looking that sweet in all of em,” he hummed, wiggling that fake little cigarette between his lips. Cronus hummed, digging through the pile of clothes before pulling one out, “here try this on, like the way it looks,” he said awkwardly with a smile