> Keine: BERSERKER RISK.
You furtively eye the TIGER BIKINI. You're not sure if it's the hakutaku blood or what, but you've always felt a slight urge to leave the village for a while and connect with your wild side, living like a barbarian and doing as you please.
The power fantasy gets you a little excited!
Unfortunately, you are dragged back down to earth when you remember that you are currently carrying a non-negligible number of extra pounds thanks to all your stress-fueled comfort food binges lately. In spite of how little the audience gives a shit, you CHICKEN THE FUCK OUT.
> Keine: White Mage.
You decide to go with something much more modest and classic.
Ichirin dives into the racks for a few minutes, and emerges with a different (smaller...) White Mage robe, a light turtleneck, an incredibly frilly long skirt, and some boots. She tells you to put them on, leave the hood down, and keep the glasses on this time.
You follow Ichirin's orders, and emerge wearing something that looks like something a normal person might willingly wear. This would make a pretty nice winter set.
It seems Ichirin's creativity has been challenged. She wants to put together something fashionaaabluh out of this goofy selection.
You explain that dancers are like bards, except a lot more attention-grabbing, for better or for worse.
She has a look at the dress shown on the poster, and promptly looks elsewhere.
It doesn't take more than a few minutes for her to find a set she likes, though.
You hear a "BEHOLD" as she emerges from the dressing room.
Dear god. It is majestic. You make a note to check out your CG gallery later.
A moment later, though, Ichirin bursts into laughter at something behind you. You turn around to see what the fuss is about.
Seems he has a sense of humor after all.
You end up buying your outfit, even though you won't be able to wear it until the weather cools down. Ichirin puts hers back, but it seems she had enough fun to cancel out that ANTIFECTION POINT.
> Keine: Get something to eat.After leaving, you ask Ichirin if she's had breakfast yet. She says she only had a riceball on the way out and wouldn't mind stopping at a restaurant for a quick meal.
She agrees to try this "brunch" thing at a western-style restaurant. She's usually pretty agreeable to anything that sounds trendy.
While you wait at your table, you compliment her prodigious fashion sense and talk about that for a while.
She even included the circumflex. How classy. Anyway, what will you order?
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