Characters: Angeal, Genesis
Word Count: 100
Series: pre-Crisis Core
“Oh, come on, Genesis.”
Angeal just crossed his arms.
“But you know I hate black! It makes me look like a corpse.”
Angeal could only roll his eyes. Trust Genesis to throw a tantrum on the very day they are (at least supposedly) becoming adults.
“I look like a funeral procession,” the redhead pouted, studying himself grudgingly in the floor to ceiling mirror of his room.
“You don’t look any paler to me in it. Besides, you graduate only once.”
Genesis just huffed, blowing the tassel of his square academic hat from his eyes.