[Dream of the Defier]
"This uniform is still unbearably stiff…" Grimm muttered under his breath, his lips pulling into a dissatisfied frown as his gaze lowered toward himself. The sleek black officer's garb clung to him in a way that felt too tight in some areas. Red accents traced the seams, and the high boots he wore were polished to such a perfect shine. His white gloves were adjusted absentmindedly.
It did not suit him. Not with how young he looked, and his wild red hair refused to be contained, which did not help the matter. His shorter stature only made that disparity more apparent, the image of a cadet trying to fit into something that demanded more presence than his frame naturally gave.
