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This one might take a little bit of imagination to see what happenes next.
I missed marcs birthday, so here is a fun little attack on him.
Bleu isn’t usually this cruel, but it’s funny.
marc belongs to
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Bleu needed a drink. His time spent training under sheil had gave him a taste for saki.
He had lost his card and couldn’t prove he was older than he looked. Marc laughed at Bleu. He knew Bleu was above 18, but decided to give Bleu the kiddy treatment instead. due to being chibi, Bleu couldn’t convince anyone, and Marc knew it. He was familiar with Bleu, but found out too late that Bleu was now a trained mystical ninja.
The white scarf, wax, felt the mental permission from Bleu to unleash her wrath. Fabrics flowing out like tentacles started to procure an outfit of what she believed to be the perfect look for the target. Wax had been repressed for too long and was dying to go all out on someone’s makeover.
Marc ducked down to grab a weapon the moment the scarves came flying out, but the fabrics were too ninja quick.
The main scarf grabbed Marc and spun him, further entrapping the freaked out man. He looked around to see floating girly accessories all over the room and felt his men’s clothes being swapped off of him. He was smart and was coming up with a plan for escape until he was cut off as a distracting gold pocket watch was dropped into his vision only inches from his head. Marc started to zone out further and further, slowly getting tired but not sleepy. He hit a state of numbness. Marc couldn’t really see what was going on but she remembered she loved how her new dress looked that morning.
Marriane snapped out of her trans, embarrassed that she might have been sleeping on the job. The “lady” smiled, showing off her pretty dolled up face as she flicked her gold locks over her shoulder.
Marriane saw her favorite little customer, Bleu and girlishly swayed over to him before leaning over the counter as if she was greeting an old friend. “Hey there, honey. will it be saki again tonight?”