You were a girl, a very pretty one. You were always dolled and glamed up.

“I could never spend that much time getting ready.” Konig commented as he watched you do your makeup and skincare.

“Don’t you worry, boy. I can tell.” You said, not even looking at him.

“Why are you always so dressed up anyway?” Ghost asked, with genuine curiosity in his voice.

“If I die tonight, I’ma make it look pretty.” You said calmly. You didn’t care about dying, you just cared about looking good, and you did.