Daichi has never been in a similar situation like this - going to a royal meal dressed in an elegant, polished suit. "I hate suits! How can you even wear them?" Daichi thought as he observed the light-grey suit that was shimmering and reflecting the rays of the moon. The silvery piece of gentility with a bit of charm looked surprisingly good on Daichi's body although he refused to accept it. Coal black shirt with the top button undone was revealing his manly, brutal chest - unfortunately without any chest hair as Daichi sighed once he glanced at his plain chest. Daichi could never wear any ties so instead of a tie he brought a blood-red hankerchief, placed in the chest pocket of his suit blazer. The last but not least portion of this absolutly grandeur luxury was his charcoal black shoes with a small heel, raising Daichi and his height a few centimeters up. Embedded unique design which consisted of differently sized and shaped imprinted holes and stitches, created a series of different images and pentagrams.
His plum-coloured, lengthy hair was put in an attempted ponytail although it was hard to work out what it actually was. Half of his hair was in the ponytail and half was just all over his head, reflecting the rays of the moonshine, persuading Daichi to take his hair out of the ponytail and leave it straight, which is what he done as he found himself standing in front of the hall where the wedding party was planned to be. He placed his hand iin the inside pocket of his jacket and grabbed the invitation from Mr. and Mr.s Goldust as he approached the enormous guard at the door and presented it to him.
His plum-coloured, lengthy hair was put in an attempted ponytail although it was hard to work out what it actually was. Half of his hair was in the ponytail and half was just all over his head, reflecting the rays of the moonshine, persuading Daichi to take his hair out of the ponytail and leave it straight, which is what he done as he found himself standing in front of the hall where the wedding party was planned to be. He placed his hand iin the inside pocket of his jacket and grabbed the invitation from Mr. and Mr.s Goldust as he approached the enormous guard at the door and presented it to him.