Rael stood by the changing room. He glanced at his watch, an antique-looking gem that he had stolen from Avari's estate.
A true find that could tell time. He wouldn't lie. It was nice. It had a golden ridge attached to the simplistic analogue module, and its strap was made of sophisticated brown leather.
"Gods… she's taking long," Rael whispered nonchalantly, staring at the clouds above with a slight smile.
His watch's hour hand ticked.
…But that's a responsibility that he would complete as a man. After all, there really is nothing more enjoyable than seeing your favorite chick in her favorite shit.
'Well, that chick happens to be my mother although…' Rael couldn't help but chuckle self-deprecatingly to himself.
"How's this, Rael~?"
Rael shifted his head to the side, a little. He couldn't help but raise an eyebrow. By now he had seen Mikaela try out a million outfits.
Each one better than the last, each one worse than the next.
