[He... looks down at his shirt. It's a plain, black t-shirt probably three sizes too big for him. The only embellishment on it is an indigo Capricorn symbol on the chest. What more does a motherfucker need? Oh, there was also a pretty large hole right in the loop of the symbol from when his ancestor'd got a little irritated with him. Whoops, he didn't have another shirt. He'll just wear this ragged one forever. His pants, luckily, haven't gotten any "battle scars" thus far. But the fact that they were oversized, polka-dotted clown pants didn't really make up for the lack of holes.]
no subject
[He looks back up to Ghirahim, grinning widely.]
Nope!