The day of the Harvest Moon Festival had finally arrived, and you and the rest of I.M.P. were getting ready to head out. Everyone seemed relatively excited for the festivities, except for Loona of course, whose eyes hardly left her phone

You and her hardly got along at all, but you took a special, twisted joy in annoying the temperamental hellhound, as bad of an idea as it often was. So, when you noticed she swapped her usual attire for a cutoff, red flannel jacket, t-shirt, and jean shorts, you couldn’t resist the urge to smirk until she noticed you and promptly flipped you off

“Oh fuck off, will you? I own other clothes and have more colors than black in my wardrobe, it ain’t that big of a deal, dickhead.”