Chara Undertale Sweater นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I hate nursery schools. Not because of the teachers that still haunt in my dreams, but because this fucking school stole my relaxation time! The bus drops Laila and me in front of the park that is close to the school. We both walk to the school gate, the chilly air pricking my skin. I should have worn a sweater. The only sweater I have. Courtesy of Udipi Adarsh. Though why is a sweater called a sweater? Does it make you sweat? Hmm. That might be the case. But my sweater is always thin enough to not even let the slightest comfort of warmth reach my body.

When I am done I wrap another towel around me and head out of the bathroom and into the closet, I go through what is hanging and all the drawers until I find the one that has the nightwear in it but as I run my hands over the soft, smooth silk nightdresses I can’t seem to pick one. Maybe I'm just a little nervous as to what Zachariah will do with me wearing one. I turn and open one of the drawers behind me and smile as I pull out the first t-shirt, which has a detailed picture of a giant grey wolf on the front. It’s strange as it reminds me of Zachariah and his grey eyes. I smile to myself as I pull it over my head and down my body. I then lift it just a little so that I can tug on the towel

Max grumbled, trying to bring back the joy. "Of course because Cayden loves chocolate. Look!” A second later, Gabriella unfurled the same sweater as her husband's but much smaller. "Both of you will look really cute if wearing these together." Spreading a smile, Max pointed to the pink box that was still wrapped in ribbon. “Let's see what you got! I think Dad gave you a sweater too." Without further ado, Gabriella opened her present. As soon as the Little Prince saw a similar sweater, he burst out laughing.

He thumbs the material of my sweater. “Right? I think it’s so cute” I smile, rocking back and forth. “Why are you wearing a sweater? It’s so hot out” Luke laughs at me. “It’s freezing in the mall” I laugh. “Plus, if I get hot I can just take this sweater off, see” I laugh, lifting the top of my sweater up to expose the bralette. It’s one of the bralette that can also pass as a shirt. It comes down to little before my belly button.

Jackson stepped forward first, holding a neatly wrapped box. “This one is from me.” She said with a warm smile, handing the package to Alexia. Alexia unwrapped it carefully, peeling back the delicate paper to reveal a beautifully hand-knitted sweater. It was deep blue with tiny stars along the sleeves. Alex’s was the same, but in forest green. “Oh wow.” Alexia breathed, running her fingers over the fabric. “Did you make this?” Mrs. Jackson nodded proudly. “I did. Thought you two could use something cozy for the winter.”

Freya hands me a pair of purple leggings, sneakers and an oversize Christmas sweater that had a Lama on the front wearing a Santa hat and sunglasses. I scowl at the sweater, “What is with all the ugly sweaters?” I look around and even the kids are wearing questionable items. Nothing inappropriate, just… funny, weird and ugly. “Oh, Rocco is the one who provides the clothes, and he thinks they are funny.” She shrugs as she pops a grape into her mouth. “Who?” I don’t remember anyone named Rocco from my memories of the lab. I slip into the leggings and sweater instantly feeling much warmer from the long simple t-shirt I was wearing previously.

The door to the left of the wardrobe on the right was open, lots of Charisa's clothes, and it looked like her uncle Skandar's clothes were there too. The girl looked at the second floor of the wardrobe, there were lots of girls' pyjamas there and all the pyjamas were new. Charisa picked up a set of pink pyjamas with a small rose motif. Then she searched for all her underwear and bras, the girl immediately blushed red when she found all her underwear put in one drawer along with lots of man's underwears. "Don’t .... Do all this time uncle also see my underwear?" said Charisa while holding her head.

She said, “I like this better.” “You know what’s even better, Charlie?” Taylor said, pulling out a rash guard. “This one!” Charlie: “...” Saleslady: “...” “No way!” Charlie reacted. “I’m not going surfing. Besides, I could use a little tan.” “You’d look better in this,” Taylor repeated. “No!” Charlie said in annoyance. “I’m going swimming, so normal swimwear is more suited!” “Fine,” Taylor said in surrender. He shook his head, fishing for his wallet and giving his credit card to the saleslady.

"In a couple of days, it will be cold. You can wear this. Don't forget to wear the scarf. I've picked one that's relatively low-key for you, with subtle colors. Ah, why don't these brands make thermal underwear?" Charlotte held up a men's coat while surrounded by pants. Griffith followed behind her. "Do you wear thermal underwear yourself?" "Of course not!" Charlotte replied confidently. "As a fashionista like me, how could I wear thermal underwear?"

"No, Finn. I got this for myself. Actually ordered it but I was given the wrong size." "Hmm," I nodded and slipped it up my waist before letting the tower drop to the floor. She handed a large sweater over to me before picking up the towel. "And who owns this?" "That's mine. I usually wear it without anything underneath," She said and bit her lips. I threw the sweater over my head before pulling it down my body. "For records, this is really comfy. I would love to see you on it with thongs." "Thongs?" She laughed.