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Creating A Monster

[The camera seems to be following a lovely redhead that was mingling with a lot of elite socialites in what appears to be a gated off home. It was rich, incredibly so and there was a lot of well to do people here and there.

The girl from behind seemed familiar, her shade of red hair similar to many. And when asked a question, she turned and lo and behold, it was Tsubomi. What was Tsubomi doing in a formal setting?

Wearing this dress no less. It looked far too expensive as she took a glass of champagne and sipped it.]

Of course I'm enjoying the evening, why thank you for the invitation. [An indistinct reply.] Why yes Kurosaki-dono, I'm rather happy you would let us see it.

[Wow what was that. That was even Tsubomi's voice, if not her mannerisms. Nodding to him, she excused herself and moved into the bathroom where upon she held up a mirror, checking her eyeliner. Noticing the shimmer of the community, she eyed it before turning around.]

The show will begin soon. Just you all wait. [And kissing her lips with two fingers, she made a very familiar bang motion before leaving the room.

Kaitou. What are you up to now...]

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[this is incredibly, incredibly confusing]

[she doesn't know Tsubomi, but the initial comment thread made some things clear]

I knew people weren't just doing it for fun.

There's a lot that happens that you don't know about per say. [Still disguised, still amused.]

I have better stuff to do than sit around and read everything.

And they say the young are ignorant. Truth.

The young have lives.

But do you get old enough for experience.

Experience with what?

With life.

I have some.

What does that have to do with this?

If you don't know how to live, then you don't know how to relate.

I know how.

Boys have to dress up in dresses to know how to live?

Sometimes yes. It makes it more interesting.

And funny for everyone watching!

Pretty much yes. Though I make a prettier woman than most of the others.

But doesn't that mean you're just really feminine?

Who are you for real?

Ah perhaps. Can you tell?

You should really try to figure things out. I gave a lot of hints.

I don't know a lot of people here.

Take a guess perhaps?

I've probably never even met you.

Could be then. We could have met for the first time.

I don't really care who you are, anyway.

Then that makes the game more moot then.

Good. It's a boring game.

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