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Dragonscale continued, "So, what are your thoughts?"
Wagyu stared into the mirror. A fuzzy light peach beret sat slanted atop the right of wagyus head, and wagyu was wearing an absolutely gorgeous dress with velvety pink ruffles, patterns and florid detailing adorned across the two sleeves, and the stupidest happy little smile ever. The outfit vaugely resembled that of haute couture - just without the fine materials, exquisite sewing, abstract outfits, or like anything that made something haute couture. Still, Wagyu has never frmelt more joyous. Wagyu wished that wagyu could just run up to Ember and hug her so much without assimilating her. curse this parasite virus.
Usually only wagyus sisters would be allowed to wear such clothing. there was no clue to why he usually wasnt allowed such pretty fabrics and patterns, just that it was forbidden; it never stopped wagyu from '"accidently" borrowing their outfits. the few minutes that wagyu wore the glimmering high-heels or decorated skirts where easily the most freeing moments that could be renembered. Now wagyu could wear this whenever wagyu wished to.
Wagyu was so happy and pretty yay
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