Akira: *mildly freaking out* “You’ve got this man. Breathe. You’re looking good. Moms love you. It’ll be fine. Breathe. Don’t freak out. Do. NOT. Freak. Out.”
Miko: “Well, well, well what do we have here?”
Akira: “Cassandra’s parents invited me to dinner.”
Miko: “And you’re going looking like that?”
Akira: “Why not? This is the nicest outfit I own.”
Miko: “Well, you kind of look like you’re going to your first interview. Like, what in the world are those pants?”
Darling: “Hey guys, what’s all the commotion...woah Akira you're wearing a tie? Who’s getting married?”
Akira: “Watcher, neither of you are helping! I’m going to dinner with Cassandra & her family and I’m TRYING to look nice. They invited me to the Salt House, right? I looked it up online and it’s a §§§§ restaurant. THAT’S FOUR SIMOLEONS. I didn’t even know it could go that high. I thought the limit was three!"
Miko: “It shows. You’re trying too hard.”
Darling: *snickers* “I agree dude. You look... uncomfortable.”
Akria: “In this case, that’s probably not the worst thing!”
Miko: “Do you really not own another pair of...”
Akira: “Don’t you dare think about finishing that sentence.”
Darling: “She’s not wrong dude. Those pants are somehow simultaneously too small yet too large. I’m straight up confused.”
Akira: “FINE. I’ll bite. What do you guys suggest? But be warned if I’m about to make a fool of myself you two better watch your backs.”
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