#carniivorous

The hall monitor frowned as he heard his classmate’s inquiry, gazing down towards the doll with some confusion as he wrung his hands. It did look remarkably similar to her now that he looked at. In fact the likeness was quite unsettling. It was rather odd that she had received two of the same one as well admittedly. Perhaps there was some sort of factory that made these? He could not explain it in any other way than that. Though he hoped it was not some sort of delinquent doing this...

“A-ah? I-I can s-see why y-you are c-concerned Ludenburg-san... I-it is q-quite similar t-to you... I-I am u-unsure where t-they could h-have come f-from but I s-shall do my b-best to f-find out... I-it would n-not do to l-leave this m-matter...”

With all her expertise in serving drinks, Ren had been requested to serve someone who was said to have a peculiar taste. As the Super High School Level Bartender, this was a test of her skills, so she couldn’t refuse. After all, she was the best for a reason. Straightening her tie and making sure her vest and slacks were wrinkle-free, the gentlemanly butch knocked on the door.

“Mmm... Y’know, I’m probably not the best dude to be answerin’ this question. I’m not a fashion designer.” The baseball star eyed the other carefully, unsure how to answer her question. Even if Leon knew exactly what to say about the dress, he wouldn’t answer as the question itself seemed heavily baited, hoping to elicit a flub from the male. 

     “It all keeps adding up, I think I'm cracking up - Am I just paranoid?”