Prompt #040: Khaki
"You have some really ugly clothes," Anya proclaimed over dinner one evening.
Dimitri twirled around, his brow furrowed. "Excuse me?" he asked, blinking.
"Your clothes," she waved a hand non-chantantly and surveyed his khaki pants and green vest. "They're really ugly."
He scoffed in disbelief, before sitting back down and shaking his head. "I'm not having this conversation with you."
"I'm serious, though," Anya said, not relenting. "I mean, I'm an orphan. I have no choice. But you, you're a con-man. Think you could maybe con yourself into some decent clothes."
Dimitri snarled. She was getting on his nerves. "I like my clothes."
"Of course you would," Anya said, rolling her eyes. "You obviously have zero fashion sense. You're so lucky I've come along."
"And why would that be? Because I get to have wonderful conversations such as this day in and day out?" He snapped.
"No. I'm just bringing the pretty back into this group."
AND I AM OFFICIALLY CAUGHT UP! WHOO! It's now Sunday morning and I am up to date. :)