#crack thread

Since both of y'all responded to that post, have a group chat:

To: [Alaric 🐈] [Serra 📜]

♕┊ "What the fu... Hey!" Aspros called out to the person behind the door just as the lock turned with a faint 'click!'. Aspros was too busy hammering the door with his fist and screaming profanities that he didn't (bother to) realize that the room was already occupied by people wearing different time-period-specific versions of the Gemini Cloth.

♛┊ Defteros was the one that noticed. And he also was the only one to see the other Gemini Saints. Perhaps for that reason or another, Defteros started to chuckle nervously as he tugged on his brother's cape to redirect his attention.

"Brother..." Defteros muttered under his breath, turning a bit toward Aspros in his unconscious attempts to hide his unease.

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Brows pinched together as fingers raised to feebly tug and twiddle with sleek, brown strands, grey hues (a shade lighter than his own) narrowing at the itch at his neck and shoulders, whilst his mouth (free from the familiar cloth of his mask) parted to sneer at his reflection. He looked ridiculous. Like a child in fact (a bright-eyed civilian that would not know how to hold a kunai or fashion a Rāiton clone) and Kakashi hated it, despised it. Calloused digits lowered from the wig strands to prod and poke at his cheeks, a wounded grunt seeping from his throat at the stubborn baby-fat endless hours of training had yet to burn and firm out, afore he turned around, back to the mirror to glower at the door instead.

On the other side he could hear the tell-tale shuffling of the Uchiha, followed by the lighter, surer steps of their Sensei, the two of them locked in a conversation regarding their mission specifics. Kakashi would have perked his ears for any additional information under normal circumstances, but as it stands, Kakashi merrily took a few steps forward to make sure for the utmost time that the bathroom lock was still in place, before he started to sift through the garments his sensei and the Okiya Mother picked out for him. The garments were just as horrible (if not more so) the Hatake having to steel himself against further whimpers at the soft, silky feel of the Kimono against his palms.

The Furisode was lilac in colour, with pink and silver lotus flowers embroiled along the sleeves and Kakashi was sure that if the garment was to be worn by someone like Rin or Kurenai, it would have been pretty to look at. Now however, it took everything in the Shinobi not to stomp on the silk brocade and push it out of the window. ‘How do you even tie the Obi? Into a knot, a bow? Did you tie it at the back or at the front? Kami this wig tickled his ears’ Another frustrated grunt flittered from the boy’s slumped form as he picked out the warm timbre of the team Iryō-nin as she joined the other two in their borrowed living quarters, the rich, toasty scent of Hōjicha denoting that she brought a brew of tea with her. Kakashi loved Rin’s tea, she never made it too sweet or over boiled the leaves, but at that moment it only served to remind him of the missing Ochaya girls and the nature of their mission. In the end Kakashi merely flung the broad, silver obi around his neck, before he barked at the door, nails digging welts into his palms.