3rd person POV:
Marcus was waiting for the others to finish changing into their outfits while in quite the generic tuxedo.
Anna then walked out in a pretty little black dress with red highlights. Her look was comparable to a flower girl from a wedding.
Leona: Ugh!
Anna/Marcus:?
Anna: Are you okay?
Leona: Yeah... I just hate dresses!
Walking out, she reveals the black and green dress she was given.
Leona: I look like one of those girls in a casino that deals with cards or something.Marcus: I don't see that.
Leona: That's because you don't see shit.
(Y/n): Quit yapping!
In black pants, redshirt, black tie, matching coat along with his hair slicked back, (Y/n) walks out.
Leona: You... Look really good...(Y/n): Tch...
Anna: She's right. You cleaned up well.
Marcus: Under all that delinquent wear, is a dashing man.
(Y/n): Shut up. (pulls on tie)
(Y/n): Damn, I hate this shitty tie along with this whole outfit!
Leona: Then we're in the same boat.
She walks up to (Y/n) and straightened out his tie.
Leona: You know, people might see you as a man more than a boy in these types of outfits.
(Y/n): Thanks for the fashion advice. I'll immediately forget it when this is over.
(Y/n): Now let's go beat up the elderly.
(Opening theme)
YOU ARE READING
The Brutal Life Of A Delinquent
ActionOnce upon a time, in a city, was born a boy. This boy grew up to be a delinquent. Without mercy, he would beat up anyone who annoyed him. Men... Women... Children... Animals... Nature... Technology... None were safe from his wrath. His school has st...