Yume nikki madotsuki towel
The 41-year-old male figure sporting a formal dark blue tuxedo, while her 39-year-old mother had a halter styles kind of red dress, her hair just so straight and sensitive to the wind everytime it flew around it was like petals from a cherry blossom tree falling to the ground. The clock was about to hit 1 PM either way.Īnd long and behold, here they were. Now, she had to wait it out for her parents to arrive, doing so at the living room. Going to the bathroom, Madotsuki applied some light blush to her cheeks, dark eye shadow and some pink lip gloss. But again, this was all about her parents, not herself. Overall, she felt content with that new set of clothes.
Now that Madotsuki thought about it, her new look was fitting to go out with someone, or to prom in the most unlikely case scenario, though it lacked the comfort felt on her usual attire.
In the end, she was wearing a red wine blouse, hair tied up in a ponytail, a black ruffled skirt and a pair of purple mary janes. It wasn't that hard, once she knew exactly the kind of dresses her mother would use on a daily basis, then replicate that from visual memory. Now came the worst part: trying to dress up accordingly to what her parents think it would suit her more, having to look through all the giant ammount of clothing items that are still accumulating dust to this very day, due to Madotsuki never actually wanting to wear any of that in her life. Afterwards, she would go to her parent's room, where all of her clothes could be find on a locker next to theirs. Lunch time rolled around, and Madotsuki had some quick spaghetti carbonara, the kind someone would pre-heat in the microwave. Stats: Published: Updated: Words: 38788 Chapters: 15/? Comments: 63 Kudos: 144 Bookmarks: 12 Hits: 4756