Soren, for his part, was sprawled out on a couch. His body was still growing, and at six feet, he wondered if he was going to grow into the tree his father so frequently was compared to. Pushing back his shoulder-length blonde hair, Soren examined the titles. His black plastic frames made his blue eyes look even more blue, and he shrugged. "Korean thing. If it sucks we can make up what they're saying."
He was wearing a threadbare black t-shirt and jeans that he'd bought at a thrift store. He refused to allow his parents to spend money on clothes he'd grow out of in what seemed like mere minutes.