#the-ghost-face

Look. ....It had been an impulse buy, alright? She was a helpless bi who saw one (1) Hot Girl and got entranced, and those ads had Hot Girl, and it was a trend at the time, and it was the sort of style that meshed with her general punky-grunge thing, looked pretty badass, and there was a set on sale. So... she’d made the decision, at 3am, to buy a body harness. For fashion.

When it had arrived in the mail, she’d made one disastrous attempt to figure out the chest half and failed miserably, and the bottom half was no better. Both got chucked to the back of her closet.

But now, apparently, the Entity had seen fit to re-gift them back. Or, the top half anyway (thank god it wasn’t the whole thing). She’d had an awkward time trying to seem disaffected when the strappy monstrosity had slipped from the bundle onto the ground in front of some fellow survivors. It was a mixed blessing that Kate had been one of the few to see, because while she definitely didn’t judge Sam for it, she was enthusiastic about the new outfit. And Sam trying it on. All together.

And Sam may have had a teeeeensy tiny crush on Kate.

Which was why, now, Sam was awkwardly struggling to get the thing off. She’d had it mostly covered thanks to the cropped sweatshirt that had come so considerately bundled with the rest, but that was less good when the sweatshirt was getting stuck on the criss-cross of buckles around her torso. She had it halfway over her head and was trying to wiggle her arms out of their sleeves to free whatever was caught, face flushing from the effort as much as the embarrassment.

You look like a dumbass.

Well, she wasn’t about to argue with that thought. It was most definitely true. But hey; at least she was alone. Far enough from camp that no one else had to witness her straight up cartoonish display of ineptitude.