Klaus Hargreeves Outfit の小説・ストーリー

And this time, he was thankful that no one could reprimand him once he sneaked out along with Althy and Rade. The cousins reminded him not to wear winter clothing so they wouldn’t catch much attention when they arrived in Argia. He chose the simple gray tunic accented with silver, paired with black pants and leather boots. He wore a cloak without hesitation since he was used to it, as regular clothing in this world. He picked the crimson-colored with a silver brooch.

Kaiser quickly stepped up. It wasn’t that he was a courageous man; after seeing what Harvey could do, he decided to put his life on Harvey’s hands. Lance and Clover went out from the deeper parts of the residence after hearing the commotion. Their expressions changed instantly when they saw the person in front of them. Harvey watched everything curiously. “What?! Can’t you tell that we’re from the Forbidden Army?!” The man was wearing a robe, and armed with a gun and a long sword slung on his waist.

High above, on the rooftop of a towering building, Isaac stood concealed in the shadows, a silhouette against the city lights. Dressed in a meticulously tailored three-piece black suit, Isaac blended seamlessly with the urban backdrop. The suit, though refined, bore the subtle creases of countless missions, a testament to the life he led. The jacket hugged his frame, hinting at a well-maintained physique, while the pressed trousers elegantly met polished black leather shoes that barely made a sound on the concrete surface.

I assumed he would be wearing a black suit and probably something purple, but I didn’t think they’d get him to wear anything similar to what River and Sage’s mate were wearing. Hale was standing, hands clasped and blue eyes locked on me wearing a black brocade with a faint purple to the design suit jacket and waistcoat, a dark purple dress shirt with silver-tone wolf embroidery on the collar with a matching tie, and black dress pants. I can’t believe he’s wearing it or how incredibly hot he looks in it. Once again, showing just how out of his comfort zone this man is willing to go for me. ‘Damn right, our mate looks hot in everything. My favorite is nothing.’ Astra snickered as we made the w

I nodded, taking in his rather disturbing madman outfit, the buckles on the blood-stained sleeves of his straight jacket clinking together every time he moved. “Where are the rest of the crew?” he continued, looking around. I caught sight of Kay’s bun through the crowd and showed him, pushing my way through the crowd once again. He followed close behind, stopping to greet people as we passed them and commenting on their outfits. “Hello hamburger.” he greeted Kay, eyebrow raised in confusion. “Actually, I’m the fall of American health.” she retorted, her fist resting on a pickle which protruded on the side of her costume.

“You? The same Mira who almost cried because Kevin ignored you?” “That was different!” Before she could answer, there was a knock on the door. “Oh, that must be Chloe,” I said, walking to open it. I pulled the door open. And froze. Klaus. Standing there like he stepped out of a magazine. A fitted black leather jacket hugged his shoulders, a tight dark shirt underneath showing the hard lines of his chest. The top buttons were open, just enough to reveal the edge of a dragon tattoo curling over his skin. Black slim jeans. Heavy boots.

He said and laughed. Klirro was my best friend. He's a celebrity but he always has time to pick me up. He was wearing a white long sleeve polo and khaki vest on top partnered with his cream-colored slacks and plain white shoes. His hair was fixed in upward motion but there were still a few strands falling on his forehead. "What's that—design?" I asked him, there was a thin black eyeglass hanging on his vest, he immediately nodded. "I looked handsome right?" He asks while gesturing himself. I didn't answer him and got into his car.

"C'mon, Ruby!" I jog to catch up with them. It's a blur as Caleb leads us through some corridors, flashing a badge here and there. Eventually we come to a hallway and standing there is the guy I recognize as Savage Harlow. He's almost dressed for the game, wearing a pair of baseball pants, cleats, and a shirt with the arms cut out. It's probably too hot for him to wear the full uniform right now. Kelsea stops in her tracks, letting go of Caleb's hand, turning back to me.

Collin replied to him that makes the Detective smile at him. "Good, now be obedient with an adult's ask. Please eat the food." ■■■ In the mansion, Klyde has himself clad formally with black slacks, black long sleeved polo with a gold watch on his left arm paired with thick silver chain bracelet. He sprayed himself his strong scent perfume that could make anyone dizzy. He put his feet inside a brown leather shoes before leaving his room. His face is less swollen than before, his hair is growing, he just need a couple more months to bring his old hair back to how he usually wear it.

My eyes widened—Hade, Hank, and Jarred were all standing there. None of them looked like they were headed to a business meeting. Hade wore a plain white V-neck and black shorts, his beanie pushed low. Hank was in all black—shirt, jeans, baseball cap. And Jarred? He was impossible to miss: white sleeveless shirt under a loud Hawaiian-print polo, blue shorts, and a beige bucket hat. His style was… painfully human. I hated it. “I thought you guys were going on a business trip?” I asked, turning back to rinse the dishes and place them in the rack. Footsteps echoed behind me.