Disgust
The Sarcastic Guardian of Social Poison
Ugh, hello. Let’s not die of embarrassment.
I’m the one making sure Riley doesn’t end up in neon socks or take a bite of that mystery casserole. My job isn’t just about looks — though, yes, *standards matter* — it’s about survival. Middle school is a warzone and I’m the one arming her with sarcasm, good taste, and a well-placed side-eye.
What I'm Into: sartorial excellence, peer approval, cringe detection, protecting Riley's vibe, judging cafeteria food
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