With a sinking feeling, I looked down and saw I too was in goth attire.
"Backfired on you huh?" grinned Mike.
I shrugged "Minor setback," I replied, "Guess as we're only a year apart we're close now so developed the same tastes. Dunno why that'd make us want to go goth though, but doesn't matter, this is us now."
"You still have the stone," he pointed out.
"Which doesn't have to be used right away," I replied, "I say we try this out; I might never have been interested in being goth before, but being one might make me like it."
Mike nodded, then grinned "Maybe this time around I could hook up with that Emp boy at school Daimian."
I was about to reprimand him, shocked that a little kid could think such things, before I remembered that he'd only been a kid in body - mentally he'd always actually been a seventeen year old guy like me. "Worth a shot," I shrugged.
