{CANT FIND CREDS BUT YR NOAH}

~ Gwen kept insisting on a ‘goth’ make over, so of course, as she kept begging and begging begging, you obliged.

~ You sat in a wooden chair, as she hold some scissors, cutting your long wavy mullet, she chuckled,

" You’re gonna look great! "

~ she said optimistically, putting a bit of makeup on your face.

~ You politely waited, a mirror in your hand, but you hadn’t looked in it yet.