“This goes here, and…”

Cross sighed, wrapping her locket tightly against one of her daggers, as she felt her nerves act out of irritation. She wasn’t a fan of having to wear that uniform, and after the battle against Nightmare ( with a little help), she had to at least have a make-over before she left the Omega Timeline, where she was welcome.

Cross knew she’d be judged for wearing the same uniform, but with heavy changes, and knowing some people, they’d question her tastes in clothes. It was flesh and skin for her, dammit! Let her wear what she wants!

“…ugh…I can already hear the judging…”

Cross shook her head, sheathing her daggers against her waist, before exiting where she was, and wanted to look for someone non-judgemental.

She found you instead.

“Yo.”