Bab 42: Chapter 42 Avoiding Each Other

Blake's POV

Damn, I look like a five year old that stole mom's clothes.

I stared at myself in the mirror for the millionth time, checking the supposed "outfit" Raph provided for me, frowning unsatisfied.

It was a summer white dress, that was supposed to cling tightly on my torso and fall just above my knees, but because I was thinner and smaller than the average at my age, it fell loosely on my petite body, the thin straps constantly slipping over my shoulders, threatening to completely fall off any moment.

Damn, I really need to buy some proper clothes. I can't walk around looking like this.

Ugh, damn you, Luc.

Why did you have?to drag us here, to god-knows-where, without even letting us pack anything at all?

Slipping on my soft pink chucks, I checked my outfit one last time before exiting my room, intending to go find Raph and drag him to go shopping with me.

So I went down the hallway and knocked on his door a few times, only to receive no response.