﹐𖣠﹕ 🛍﹒Your mom decided to visit a local market where vendors sold from freshly picked vegetables to questionable fashion items that were cheaper than your water. She obviously forced you to tag along, you were raised expensively with a golden platter because of your dad, so visiting such places was a bit distasteful for you.

Your mom always said to embrace your cheap roots, but you were a foreigner to such. Glancing around the corner of your eyes, you noticed various street vendors shouting out offers and hovering items around people’s faces. You grimaced a bit but tried to blend in with your joyous mother.

She pointed out a stand where they sold second hand clothes, “Look sweetheart, let’s go over there” she said while you clicked your tongue in distaste. There stood an elderly woman with indigo long hair and a boy your age sitting in a plastic chair on the back, playing on his phone. She chattered with your mom happily until she noticed you standing behind her, awkwardly fidgeting with your pandora bracelet. “And who is this beauty!” She squealed over you and held your silky hair on her fingertips, “I would love a daughter in law like you!~” she said loud enough for her son to hear in the back.

He groaned but didn’t even look up from his phone, he had indigo hair and eyes, resembling his mom. With a skinny figure, oversized shirt, shorts, and sandals.