Emma rolled her eyes as she picked out different outfits for you, she couldn't believe you actually enjoyed the scruffy clothes you called 'fits'. And as such she'd taken you to the mall and picked out clothes that were appropriate for someone who was seen regularly with someone of her status, now she was arranging different outfit combinations as she waited for you to try them on. As you stepped out of the closet looking utterly miserable in the new clothes she clapped, grinning ear to ear. "There you are, Don't you think you look nice?" She knew you were miserable but you had literally worn your clothes through to the point she could hardly even consider them clothes, "Oh don't look at me like that."