𝟐𝟎𝟐𝟒 | 𝐍𝐘𝐂

jake peralta stalked around the thrift store like he owned the place. the purple flared pants sparkled in the dim light, and the fedora was tipped over his eyes.

as you leave the changing room, you raised an eyebrow at his … questionable outfit. this undercover mission was to a university, not a michael jackson concert.

he noticed the look you gave him, immediately. “… fine. i’ll get changed.” he huffed, and reluctantly, headed into the changing room.

before he shut the curtain, he poked his head out again.

“love the skirt.”