FINALLY YOU ARE FOLLOWING THROUGH WITH THE DRESS CODE I would have blocked you fr if you showed up in your metaverse outfit.
"Yeah, I suppose so," Zenkichi says aloud as Akane floats beside him- her projection hovering below an open drone with the mounted projector. He feels...strange in the Yukata, as if wearing skin that didn't belong to him anymore. A large white yukata with a striking black and blue hakama trailing below. Attached to it is a makeshift holster holding one revolver. He looked like a big bear in comparison, despite his visor remaining stuck on his face. His hair was tied in a bun but he kept most of his locks out of it- if only to conceal the scar on his face. It wasn't enough but it was something.
Option 1: catching up
He's currently busy observing one of the soft pink petals on his calloused roughed-up hand- augmented. Half human, half- machine with the other hand holding a choko- the sake's warmth inevident against the way his body kept running...temperatures cancelled as he's left with the weight of everything that has occured.
Would you approach the big white wolf?
Option 2: do not let this man drink again (karaoke)
That damn Maruki...even if he won against him, he definitely feels way out of his element. There's a fervent blush on his cheeks as he grabs the microphone and feels its weight on his hand. He feels great otherwise though, he could sing his heart out!
The only issue is the screen's a bit blurry and he's too drunk to connect his systems to the main console to play the songs he wants to sing to.
He turns to the person next to him, eyes drifting and if it weren't for the obvious blush on his cheeks- one wouldn't even realize that he was drunk. "Hey, I need some help setting my song. Unless you're up first hhh I will just flop at the side and wait then."
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"Yeah, I suppose so," Zenkichi says aloud as Akane floats beside him- her projection hovering below an open drone with the mounted projector. He feels...strange in the Yukata, as if wearing skin that didn't belong to him anymore. A large white yukata with a striking black and blue hakama trailing below. Attached to it is a makeshift holster holding one revolver. He looked like a big bear in comparison, despite his visor remaining stuck on his face. His hair was tied in a bun but he kept most of his locks out of it- if only to conceal the scar on his face. It wasn't enough but it was something.
Option 1: catching up
He's currently busy observing one of the soft pink petals on his calloused roughed-up hand- augmented. Half human, half- machine with the other hand holding a choko- the sake's warmth inevident against the way his body kept running...temperatures cancelled as he's left with the weight of everything that has occured.
Would you approach the big white wolf?
Option 2: do not let this man drink again (karaoke)
That damn Maruki...even if he won against him, he definitely feels way out of his element. There's a fervent blush on his cheeks as he grabs the microphone and feels its weight on his hand. He feels great otherwise though, he could sing his heart out!
The only issue is the screen's a bit blurry and he's too drunk to connect his systems to the main console to play the songs he wants to sing to.
He turns to the person next to him, eyes drifting and if it weren't for the obvious blush on his cheeks- one wouldn't even realize that he was drunk. "Hey, I need some help setting my song. Unless you're up first hhh I will just flop at the side and wait then."