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Pouch"Ow, ow, ow! It hurts!" Masami was merely talking himself upon placing a cotton ball soaked in healing liquids applied upon his bottom lip, looking at himself right at the mirror to check if his appearance was suitable for today's request. The light bruise on his lower lip was still quite fresh; knowing Masami, he would not allow himself to be seen in such a disreputable appearance, even if it was merely a lip scar. It was quite dreadfully obvious, too, unfortunately.
Instead, his response over himself was a sigh, eventually giving up. The scar won't heal in a day, so he would have to independently deal with it. "Oh well, I'll just buy some ingredients in the Lower District." Considering that he would be going to the said district with some aristocrats, hopefully, they wouldn't mind Masami cutting off some slack and go shopping with them as well. This was the third time, at least, that Masami had to go with them to do some guarding, and he was starting to get tired of merely following them around and earning himself some watchfulness.
Finally, he threw the overcoat upon his shoulders and made adjustments, counting few footsteps before picking up the theater mask for it to hang on the side of Masami's face. "I don't look too frustrating, do I?" the curious blond asked himself when he took a last glance at the mirror, peering into his appearance and especially Joyan face. Just like his mother, he appears, it wouldn't be too questionable to reconsider his feminine attributes. Recently, he had been looking more masculine... at least as much as how Masami believes, was that the reason why less people assume his femininity now? Compared to that Sinese, previously, there must have been nobody else whom assumed whatever they want to assume. With a wagasa, a paper umbrella, on one of his hands, he finally took a step outside.
Instead, his response over himself was a sigh, eventually giving up. The scar won't heal in a day, so he would have to independently deal with it. "Oh well, I'll just buy some ingredients in the Lower District." Considering that he would be going to the said district with some aristocrats, hopefully, they wouldn't mind Masami cutting off some slack and go shopping with them as well. This was the third time, at least, that Masami had to go with them to do some guarding, and he was starting to get tired of merely following them around and earning himself some watchfulness.
Finally, he threw the overcoat upon his shoulders and made adjustments, counting few footsteps before picking up the theater mask for it to hang on the side of Masami's face. "I don't look too frustrating, do I?" the curious blond asked himself when he took a last glance at the mirror, peering into his appearance and especially Joyan face. Just like his mother, he appears, it wouldn't be too questionable to reconsider his feminine attributes. Recently, he had been looking more masculine... at least as much as how Masami believes, was that the reason why less people assume his femininity now? Compared to that Sinese, previously, there must have been nobody else whom assumed whatever they want to assume. With a wagasa, a paper umbrella, on one of his hands, he finally took a step outside.
320/950
「-5% WC reduction via guild level perk.」
「-5% WC reduction via guild level perk.」
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