Bachelor’s Party | Shiori | Prologue | Closed for Marquette
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Shiori sighed as he straightened his hat. He had taken to pacing the hall he’d woken up in, grumbling to himself and waiting for anything to happen. He was starting to feel hungry and tired (despite having just woken up from a so far undetermined length nap), with no clue where to get either of the things he wanted. There was nowhere to go.
And that wasn’t to mention that one kid.
Shiori had been speaking to his peers for a bit, learning about them, introducing himself, gloating, the usual, but his eyes kept on being drawn to one of his classmates in particular. And the same question always came to mind.
What the hell are they wearing?
It hurt the costume designer just to look at them. He had no clue who they were, and didn’t particularly care to find out. As hard as he tried to avoid looking in their direction, he found himself constantly turning to look back at the kid, not exactly subtly staring at them from across the room. Shiori wasn’t exactly sure if he had the fortitude to approach them; anyone who dressed like that probably had some kind of aura about them to repel anyone away.
It was a silly thing to worry about, considering Shiori’d just woken up in a Gothic castle with no clue as to how he’d gotten here.