A Twisted World

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"Hmm.." I say as I adjust the bow tie.

Tsukiyama waits patiently next to me on a stool, awaiting my judgment.

It's a white 3/4 button down shirt, a black vest, a black small string schoolgirl bow tie that won't smack my face, black shorts, short black leather combat boots with thin, flexible soles that quickly grip and release the ground, and dark teal socks that match my kagune poke out an inch over the boots. Somehow, the clothes are made from a sturdy yet flexible material that don't constrict my movements and won't rip.

"Do you not like it?" Tsukiyama says, already knowing I'm in love.

I decide to screw with his cockiness.

"Well... These boots.." I begin.

"What?! Do you not know excellence when you see it?!" He yells as he yanks his hair.

"I like to think that I do." I smirk as I appear in front of him, smoothing his locks back into place.

"Not. Funny." He says as he emphasizes every word.

"Let's test it out!" I beg as I hang from his arm.

"Mon dieu, you're always wanting to fight!" He groans. He still stands up and drags me to the training room.

"Aschente!" I yell playfully as I activate my kagune.

"If you carefully notice, I've made the shirt and vest special so that they open and close with your kagune!" He yells over the whacks of our fighting.

"Really? Did you have to break the laws of science to do that?" I shout back as I suck his attempt to smack the side of my head.

"When the fabric senses your rc cells forming, they become easier to rip through. Once your kagune is out, it grows around large areas of skin so you don't look strange. After you put it away, the shirt just finishes its job and covers all the skin." He explains.

I roll in between his legs and spring up so I'm on his back.

"I have to admit, these shoes are great!" I say as I punch the back of his neck.

"It keeps my suits in great condition!" He laughs as he grabs my arm and throws me off his back and onto the floor.

"Tsukiyama.." I whisper sweetly.

"What did you say?" He asks as he leans forward to hear better.

I swing my leg up and imbed it into his scalp.

"That's what I said!" I grin as I pull my foot out.

"Plus it doesn't stain." He chokes out as he drops to his knees.

I flick my boot and the blood magically flies off and onto Tsukiyama.

Huh, like oil and water...

"Good fight, Kat" Tsukiyama manages as he finishes regenerating.

"Thank you, you as well! This outfit is so amazing, you're a fashion genius!" I say as I hug him tightly. "I need to go pick up my mask, okay?"

"Alright." He says as he goes off to shower.

Once he thinks I'm out of sight, he sniffs his hands.

Curiouser and curiouser...

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I lean back and stretch lazily as I stand in front of Hysy Art Mask Studio.

"Uta-Saaan!" I call playfully.