Sawyer: So the easiest choice would be nothing, because the first time he saw that, he just stared at her with her blushing more by the second until a full minute or so passed and she asked him about it. If he really has to choose, the first thing that comes to mind is the first time he took her skating, her red soldier style jacket, blue cable knit pompom hat, black scarf billowing in the wind with her hair. It's funny that his first choice is her with nothing and his second is her bundled up in winter clothes.
Pierce: Her bowler hat, denim jacket, and some sort of black twirly mini dress, the one that if he slid the straps off her shoulders just so, the top would tumble down and... it was weird he knew this, but just thinking of her in it, stop him in public before he remembered the navy stockings and garters. Thank god she didn't wear it in heels, or maybe she should, he liked her to be comfortable, which is why his second favourite thing to see her in was his gold and black silk heart boxers. Especially without a... dammit, he is in line at the Coffee Shop... stop it.
Darren: Clothes are just another way the soul expresses itself, so really who is he to choose. Kennedy gives him a long doubtful look at his so called deep insight, he smiles and kisses her cheek. Really, he does like the way she dresses in everything, but he is a little worried of how she'd react if she knew how his libido pulsed whenever she acted out. Her most striking outfit was the one she wore to the news staff party the other day, tight black and white striped jeans, tailored black blazer, scarlet fitted v-neck, and those black heels. Kennedy was never one for heels, which he again didn't mind, if her ass looked like that everyday of the week he doubted he would be able to get anything done at all.
Jude: It mattered to him that she was comfortable. When thinking of something he favoured that she would wear, the outfit she wore when he first laid eyes on her came to mind. Powder blue, pleated maxi skirt, loose golden beige peasant top with the sleeves rolled up, and lace brown flats. And call him a cliche, but her hair had fallen gracefully out of her bun that windy day she entered the sandwich shop...
Warren: She's a model, her clothes aren't even for her. Maybe that's why he loves her in sweats, sweats and a basic tank top. Hell, he'd even have her in one of her old Full metal Alchemist baggy t-shirts. That's when he knows she is being fully herself, and that is when he sees the sleep deprived girl he stalked at the school library come back into her eyes.
Felix: It didn't matter what she was wearing with them, those lace tights effected him like a camel ripping off a tap head in search for water. Sage in lace drove him crazy, he couldn't keep his hands from feeling the fabric. He was a textile person, and he was also a Sage person. The lace tights she wore under a certain pair of shorts with the doc martins, which were her favourite and gave her that extra glow, drove him crazy. Add that up with the little smirk she got when ever she caught him staring and he was done.