The clothes seemed to be in Alaric’s size, so there he stood in front of the small mirror, checking his new attire which consisted of a T-shirt that had a print of a man screaming with his tongue out, and pants made of denim that were ripped around the knees.
“Is this really supposed to be like this?” he asked, trying to close the torn fabrics together. The fashion he was used to and the fashion in this world really seemed to be polar opposites. “Whose are these anyway?”
Erin, who had also changed her clothes into that of a more athletic nature, glanced at him as she tied her shoelaces. “A friend’s,” she simply answered, momentarily checking him out. She had to admit that in normal clothes, the man actually looked pretty good. As it turns out, there was no padding in his ridiculous cost
