You and your sister are going on your usual late night walks, through the forest, talking about your plans. It's a lovely night, clear Starry skies, and fire flies flickering as you trudge through the grass in your black converse. You're wearing your brown curls in a ponytail, gold hoops, fingerless gloves, and a dress shirt with white, grey, red and black swirls all over it. She's wearing a bright green cami, capris, uggs, a cropped t-shirt and like five bedazzled belts, chewing some gum "My Tamigatchi died yesterday, again. They're so hard to take care of, dude!"