"Mhm… three days left until the ball," Gray muttered as he stood in front of the mirror, turning his shoulders a little to see the fit of the suit.
It fitted him perfectly, and it was fucking comfortable.
"…At least he has good taste," he whispered under his breath, not sure if he should be grateful or irritated about that.
He slid out of the suit and slipped back into his student uniform.
The shirt fit loosely at the shoulders, the gloves needed a small pull at the wrist, and he brushed the sleeves down until the folds were smooth.
"…Good enough," he murmured.
He gave himself one last look and stepped out of his dorm. His boots tapped softly on the marble floor as he walked through the quiet halls of the academy.
Apparently, today it was a dungeon raid day, and the rumor was that the level they'd be clearing touched the border of the Master realm.
Creack...
He pushed open the classroom door.
