Torso Items — Page 2

Appropriate at the wedding, the funeral, and the HR-mandated trust fall.

Campfire classic!

Campfire classic!

For the werewolf who is insecure about their furry forearms. Don't be.

One size fits all moods.

Worn by those who feel the moon's pull and do not resist it.

Worn by those who feel the moon's pull and do not resist it.

Insulated with fluffalo fur: sustainable, huggable, fashionable.

Abstract expressionism, now in wearable form.

Best paired with tea, a heavy book, and zero obligations.

Smells faintly of questionable stew.

Neither rain, nor sleet, nor twenty seven flights of stairs with no elevator.

Insulated with fluffalo fur: sustainable, huggable, fashionable.

Built for serious splash-related business.

Your body, but temporarily laminated.

Appropriate at the wedding, the funeral, and the HR-mandated trust fall.

Appropriate at the wedding, the funeral, and the HR-mandated trust fall.

Owners of this article of clothing almost completely overlap with harmonica players.

Perfect for starting your own singing troupe.

Traditional garb of those who cast their lines into the endless blue.

Traditional garb of those who cast their lines into the endless blue.

The uniform for being moisturized and unreachable.

For the inevitable first, second, and third trip to the spa snack bar. Shaved ice is non-negotiable.

For the inevitable first, second, and third trip to the spa snack bar. Shaved ice is non-negotiable.

The kind of top that makes DJ Fuzz E dedicate a track to 'whoever's wearing <i>that</>.'

The kind of top that makes DJ Fuzz E dedicate a track to 'whoever's wearing <i>that</>.'

A jacket for anyone who stares into the eye of the storm... and likes it.

Tie securely before attempting anything described as a 'cannonball.'

Looks lethal; the only weapon is the fit.

Looks lethal; the only weapon is the fit.

Looks lethal; the only weapon is the fit.

Soft, absorbent, and excellent for claiming the best patch of sand.

Absorbs sweat, shame, and spaghetti sauce equally.

The iconic look of the Crossland's youngest Designer.

Cyberpunk drip for brooding on neon-lit rooftops.

Regular t-shirts could never.

Armor against visible nips.

Worn by poets who never quite recover from autumn.

Worn by poets who never quite recover from autumn.

Carries the subtle musk of paper and ink.

Carries the subtle musk of paper and ink.

Carries the subtle musk of paper and ink.

Makes any shirt look enrolled.

Makes any shirt look enrolled.

Because being prepared is always in fashion.

Because being prepared is always in fashion.

Some assembly required.