After taking a bath, Sezel went to his room and peeked his head through the crack in the door like a thief sneaking into his own room. His eyes darted left. Right.
'Good, that crazy woman is not here.'
Then he jumped in and closed the door shut.
'Step one of being rich - go get a new pair of cloths from the cupboard.'
Sezel opened the cupboard and stood there like a statue for some time, his gaze was fixed inside the the cupboard.
The cupboard was empty.
He pushed the cupboard shut with a bang, as though that would teach it guilt.
A rich man. He couldn't even cosplay as one.
So, naturally, he had to the fallback to his old clothes.
His trusted attire, aka the least offensive rags he owned — The miraculously whole white shirt he found at the mall... though it was not completely whole.
'Let's skip the two holes. Other than that its perfectly fine.'
The black pant, that had somehow come to fit him. But it was torn from around the knees.
'hah, that is just modern fashion.'
