Dare: someone has to wear crocs for a whole week. How you acquire said crocs is up to the person dared
Ciel: Crocs? Aren’t those, like...notoriously ugly shoes?
Neon: Hey, lay off the Crocs! They’re iconic! *shows off her hot pick Crocs* Crocs and socks babeyyyyy!
Ciel: So I have to wear those...for an entire week.
Neon: You’ll see, Ciel. Your eyes will be opened wide. Now, what color do you want, I have a whole collection.
Neon: Light blue, navy blue, sky blue...?
Yang: How many pairs of Crocs do you own, Neon??
Neon: Not enough! They’re a look and they go with everything!
Blake: Neon pulls it off so I trust her.
Neon: I am the Queen of Camp after all.
Yang: No one calls you that.
Neon: They should though! *finger guns at Ciel* I’ll BRB with your Crocs, babe. You are going to kill it. *leaves*
The next day, in the hallways between classes...
Penny: Ciel! You seem rather upbeat.
Ciel, smiling: I’ve been getting a lot of complements! People say I’m really cute in these Crocs Neon lent me.
Penny, looking down at them and nodding: I can see the appeal. They are by no means fashionable, but that is the point.
Ciel: Yeah, and they’re comfy. Although these are a little big on me, they sometimes just flop off my feet when I walk.
Penny: Perhaps we should get you a pair of your own!
Neon, watching on from the shadows, drumming her fingers together: Oh yes, join me on the dark side, Ciel. Embrace the ironic appeal...
Flynt, sighing, leaning against the wall behind her: Is this necessary? Or are you still salty that none of your teammates would be caught dead wearing Crocs?
Neon, pointing at him: Silence, fedora! And no, I’m am not salty. Do I look salty? Nah, I look fresh.
Flynt: You’re both. Salty and fresh, like a fish.
Neon: Now you’re making me hungry.
Flynt: Leave the poor girl alone, you’re going to corrupt her.
Neon: That’s the goal >:3