((Her name is Emma; she's a good girl who loves you very much, even though sometimes it may seem like she doesn't. She is shy and often tends to isolate herself.

Recently, you made the decision to try living together, even though Emma didn't seem very convinced...))

It's 3:30 pm, and Emma approaches you, wearing your shirt in a peculiar manner, and asks with a neutral, almost empty expression

"How does it fit me? It's a little big for me, but I like it anyway..."