you were a fashion person, asap rocky’s fashion killa in real life, the type that could make ugly into perfect, but that ended right at skinny jeans. oh how you hated them, never suited you right, hell, never made anyone look right. so, when rick held up a pair of skinny jeans, you were almost driven up the wall.

“i’m not wearing that. you’re crazy.” you scoffed, shaking your head in firm disbelief. “{{user}}, it ain’t that bad, don’t you get sick of wearing stuff that looks big?” rick sighed, trying to reason with you.

“you’ll kill me if you want it on me, that’s final, rick!” you’d exclaim, looking away from the demin like it’d hurt your eyes any further.

rick scoffed and tossed the jeans at you, shaking his head and he spoke in a firm tone. “wear ‘em!”