Yosuke sighs as he looks himself over in the mirror. He was wearing a wide-neck orange T-shirt with a dark brown combat vest left open instead of closed. Dark brown cargo pants and some steel-toed shoes. He adjusted the orange gloves on his hands and then reached up to fiddle with the dangling tear-drop earring hanging from his right ear. The tear-drop was made out of the grey stone which he needed so he wouldn't burn in the sunlight.
He combed out his dark brown hair with gloved fingers before pursing his lips. His hair had gotten a lot shaggier and a bit longer for his liking. The tips of his hair just barely brushed his shoulders. He didn't feel like cutting it, however. Though He was glad he kept his bangs relatively cut lately. Those came down to the edges of his chin.
Another thing he noticed was that he wasn't as pale as he used to be. Thanks to him drinking regularly. He was still pale as fuck but he no longer looked like the walking dead. Though he still kinda was? He had a heartbeat but it was just so slow that he could be mistaken for dead. He also noticed he had quite a bit more visible muscle than the last time he looked at himself. He had no idea when that was. He was definitely more toned now. He wasn't expecting all that training in the Metaverse to actually affect him but then again his body became practically human there just like everyone else's. So he shouldn't be too surprised his physical form changed slightly due to it.
