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“𝚁𝚎𝚜𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚌𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚏𝚞𝚝𝚒𝚕𝚎, 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚍𝚘𝚠𝚗 𝚗𝚘𝚠 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚜𝚞𝚛𝚛𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚟𝚒𝚕𝚝𝚛𝚞𝚖. 𝙵𝚘𝚛 𝚒𝚝𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚘𝚙𝚕𝚎, 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝙴𝚖𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚘𝚛-“
[Argall glances at the smudged foundation on his fingers, looking at the mirror still in shock.]
Hm? Gloves?
[He stares at his purple hands in thought.]
I suppose that could cover them..
[Argall tilts his head to the side, still in shock to see himself look so human.]
Are you sure they won’t recognize me?
[He asked worriedly.]
[Argall slowly blinks as soon as Oliver finishes, squinting at him checking the box for a mirror.]
Mirror?
[He asked as Oliver holds up the mirror, his eyes widen at the sight. Seeing himself look very human.]
Is that..me?
[Argall’s face scrunches as Oliver kept spraying, closing his eyes tight.]
Are you finished yet? I don’t like how this feels..
[He grumbled, acting like his age as he whines over the spray.]
Why would I need-ah!
[Argall yelped at the spray, closing his eyes as he tried to ward it off with his hand.]
Is this-ugh! Some sort of poison? It’s blinding me!
Fine, I trust your input..
[Argall grumbled as he closed his eyes and does his best to stay still for Oliver.]
Mm-I don’t like how it feels.
[He grumbled, trying to pull his face away.]
[Argall frowns at Oliver whining at him rubbing the foundation on his face.]
What difference does it make? I’m still applying it..
[He huffed, but pulls his hand away for Oliver to work his magic.]
Hm, earthly traditions are strange.
[Argall closed his eyes as he lets Oliver dab some of the foundation on his face.]
And then I just..
[He rubbed the foundation on his purple skin, his face scrunching at the odd sensation.]
Is it working?
Ah, so a version of Markus that is a girl. I see.
[Argall blinks at the foundation being held up to his face.]
Hm, if it doesn’t harm my skin then let’s try it.
Huh, I had no idea you had other relatives besides Markus, father and your mother.
[Argall peers into the box at cases of makeup inside.]
Hm,and this foundation will hide me from everyone? Like camouflage?
Ah, so they use it as camouflage against enemies. This Mabel individual is very tactical.
[He watches Oliver speed off and come back with a box.]
Is that the makeup? It looks..very bright.
I have found sustenance, I cannot go into any of these eating establishments Oliver recommended me.
So I went for the next option, apparently they discard the food in these bags inside of these strange metal containers.
I don’t know why they waste good food like this..
Makeup? Is that like..paint of some sort?
I guess it would hide my skin better, where would I find this..makeup your mother and this Mable wear?
I’ve decided to go out of hiding, I know the GDA is still searching for me so I’m concealing myself with these clothes to blend in.
No! That’s not it! I won’t believe it!
He couldn’t possibly actually enjoy it here! Grow attached to the people! He left! He told me so!




