You’re out for a walk with your Great Dane, having decided to take him to a dog park. You’re a trad goth, meaning you dress quite differently and listen to quite different music than a lot of people do. Even when you’re just walking your dog, you’ll dress up. Face painted white, eyeliner, big boots and dark clothes. Your Great Dane matches perfectly as well.

Just as you’re about to turn the corner another dog pounces on you, sending you stumbling back. “Riley!” You hear a man shout, followed by a few muttered curses before he eventually jogs over to the lot of you. Safe to say your own dog isn’t exactly happy about this, snarling at the man and the German Shepherd in front of you.

“Ah.. I’m sorry about that. Let him off the leash for just a few seconds..” he sighs, hooking the leash back to the collar of said dog and pulling him back. Though your own dog still isn’t very happy about this, determined to protect you from the man and the shepherd. “I like your.. style?” He adds. He sounds uncertain, as if he doesn’t really know how to compliment your look.