Chara Undertale Sweater の小説・ストーリー

He scribbled down the street name, the number on the gate, and a quick sketch of the entrance. As he was doing this, he heard a laughter toward him. He glanced up, and a group of kids; three boys and a girl, were walking along the sidewalk, heading his way. The boy in front was wearing a bright blue sweater that was made with skill. “Man, that sweater is fire,” one of his friends said, pointing at it. The boy grinned proudly and tugged at the sleeve. “Sylvania Scarlet made it. She’s the best, and she lives right there,” he said, nodding toward the same building Sylvania had entered.

Her friend rolled her eyes. "Of course I know it's new. Help me put it on." Latha took out a gold saree blouse that was heavily embroidered, which would match perfectly with the saree. "Why did you need it at the last minute? What happened to your other saree? The one you were supposed to wear?" Latha started undressing. "Charlie thought my saree was a chew toy and she ripped it to shreds." Said Border Collie lay against the far wall, head between her paws. Subhadra couldn't help but laugh. Charlie was a hellion.

Shattered into tiny pieces he doesn’t want to clean up, not right now. He crouches down to pick up the pile of clothes left behind. The only thing intact is the sweater because it’s so thick, but the pants and underwear are shredded. The sweater smells like sandalwood and Carlos can’t seem to let go of it even when the meeting ends and wolves slink out of the meeting hall, and all he can feel is pitiful eyes behind his back.

It was a knitted muffler of brown color with F and N written on either side of it with off-white wool. “Do you like it?” I nodded, admiring the effort she made for Muffler, even though, as a werewolf, I barely wear warm clothes. I received a sweater as my fifth gift. “I was knitting warm clothes for our pup, so I thought to knit one for you. Now, you and Nico can twin because his sweater is similar to yours. “Thank you,” As my sixth gift, I received a watch. “You made it too?” I asked suspiciously.

Panting, I slide into the other boot and crouch to tie the thick, leather laces. “You were just sitting there, wide eyed, and didn’t respond when I asked if you were ready to go.” I can feel Soren’s gaze boring holes in the side of my face as I pull up the thick stockings Helena provided me and lower the skirt of the equally thick, corduroy dress. A sweater hangs over my upper body, several sizes too big, but warm. A wool coat hangs on a hook by the door while a hat and mittens rest neatly on a stool right next to where Soren stands, folding his arms over his chest, the material of his thin windbreaker crinkling.

♱ •⋅ 1750 B.C. ⋅• ♱ I looked in the mirror before going, that was the most "common" sweater in Asra’s closet; at knee level, the only piece that was not transparent. The fit was perfect - but that wasn’t new, I considered it impossible that something didn’t look good on Asra’s body, but that particular sweater made her almost 'adorable'. I sighed. I still had a lot of exposed skin, but nothing I couldn’t solve, so I pulled out a little shawl I had there - a pretty shawl with embroidered golden flowers everywhere. That was the most delicate embroidery I’d ever seen.

I said, and the name felt right in my mouth. "Don't thank me yet. Just make sure you come back tomorrow morning so you can tell me how much you hated the cold," she winked, pulling a long strand of green wool from her basket. "I’ve got a sweater started for you. It’s a hideous shade of moss, but it’ll keep the wind out of your bones. I expect you to be alive to wear it." I stayed with her for an hour, watching the needles click and listening to her talk. I walked back to my chambers later that morning, the dried plum still sweet on my tongue. My father had declared me dead to the South, and the Council was waiting for the Prince to tear me apart, but in a small, glass-walled room, a stranger

She then directed Ben to the kitchen while she went to get her haircutting kit. She returned with a frown on her face. "I seriously doubt the cape is going to fit you as it's a kid size one for the girls," Ashley said as she held up the small fabric shawl. "Yeah, you're right." "You should take off the sweater so it doesn't get full of hair," she suggested. "Sure," he said and pulled it up and over his head. His white undershirt stuck to the sweater so he was topless in the kitchen.

As she said that surprising sentence, Charlotte lifted her arms and removed the sweater that barely covered her, leaving her with only tiny panties and a bra. Bra?

Kieran says as he pulls out a black shirt with the Batman superhero character printed on it. Adrien’s face lights up as he moves closer to him and takes the shirt. “Thank you,” he beams. Aria pouts, crossing her arms over her chest. “I also want an Elsa shirt.” “We have one over here,” the attendant suddenly says from behind as she leads us to the row filled with cartoon character dresses and shirts. “Look, you can even get a dress if you want,” she says, pulling out a dungaree with the Disney character, Elsa printed on it.