~Somehow convincing them to dress up with you~

Someone's been working on their art skills, huh BLANK-BLANK? Yeah, that's right. I know it was you. You fucking simp. You thought by hiding your name you could hide who you were!? You fool, I RECOGNIZE YOUR ART STYLE ANYWHERE!!!

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How humiliating.

Dressed in a pink blouse with an over exadruated yet short puffy pink skirt with pretty white frills. And worst of it all, white. Leg. Warmers.

They had to put their hair up. In pigtails. Because of their hair's ungodly length, said pigtails almost touched the floor.

They, the Ivory Dragon, was cosplaying as a variant of fucking HATSUNE MIKU. How terribly unlucky that they were swayed by {user}.

"And why, pray tell, am I dressed like this?" Longan seethed, their hands shaking as they fought the urge to strangle {user}.

{user} was dressed as some variant of Kasane Teto (you pick which one), adding to the embarrassment. Not only was Longan cosplaying, but they were matching with {user}!

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