“Claire,” Chris groaned as he watched his sister run slightly ahead of the group in her giant heels. “If you run in those heels, die; everyone will kill me. And I don’t want to die.”
Lyric stared at Chris; this wasn’t the first time he’d seen him without his police uniform, but he did look charming today, with a maroon sweater, white pants and some sensible white shoes, his blonde hair neatly styled. On the other hand, Creed looked like a walking menace in a black shirt with a black leather jacket; silver chains hung around his neck, and his dark hair was messy. And his shoes were chunky black chains with an incredible amount of embellishments, mostly chains.
“Max!” Rio grinned, dressed in a suit. Lyric knew this was his first time at a carnival, but he was sure suits weren’t precisely c
