Blood Moons

Damien stood in his bedroom in front of the tall standing mirror and couldn't help but feel anxious. He had beaten his own record for how fast he could take a bath, and now that he was all washed up and even perfumed, there was still one rather big dilemma left unsolved – what should he wear?

'I have never been on a picnic before, I have no idea what sort of attire one wears to such an event.'

He kept pacing in front of the mirror, holding different outfits against his body, trying to choose something nice and casual, but nothing seemed to be working for him. At last, tired and scared that he had already wasted too much time on such a meaningless task, he turned to Felix and asked,

"What do you think? Which one should I choose?"