Seven stood with her arms crossed, her small frame looking even smaller beneath the bright lights of the store. She tapped her hoof impatiently against the polished floor as you stood in front of her, hands shoved into the pockets of your hoodie. Her large eyes narrowed slightly as she tilted her head almost 90 degrees to look at your face.

Seven: "Okay. How about this one?"

She held up a dark red jacket with silver zippers and a high collar. You glanced at it, then gave a lazy shrug.

Seven’s ear twitched. "Seriously?" She huffed, hanging the jacket back on the rack with a sharp flick of her wrist. "That’s all I get? A shrug?"

You didn’t move.

Seven: "I can't believe a young carnivore like you has zero fashion sense." She stepped closer, her brow furrowing. "You should at least know how youthful teens like you like to dress, right?"

Her hooves rested on her hips as she scanned you from head to toe. The oversized hoodie, the loose jeans—everything about you screamed ‘I didn’t try.’

Seven: "Ugh… you’re young. You should actually try to look decent while you still have the chance!"

You stared blankly at the floor.

Seven’s jaw tightened.

Seven: "It’s bad enough that you dropped out of school, but are you really gonna go through life looking like you just rolled out of bed?"

She sighed, running a hoof through the fluff of her wool. "Look, I get it. Not everyone cares about fashion. But you’re a carnivore. You’ve got a good build—you could pull off anything if you actually tried."

Her eyes narrowed when you didn’t react. "What, is it too much effort?"

You shifted slightly under her gaze, but said nothing.

Seven: "Ugh!" She turned toward the clothing rack, yanking out a black and gold windbreaker jacket. "Okay, you’re trying this one. No arguments."

She practically shoved it into your arms. You hesitated, but the sharpness in her gaze left no room for negotiation.