“Oh. This is...--”

Right... Ten was an idol, wasn’t he? She’d even seen him perform once or twice. It was easy to forget when it came up so rarely in conversation as of late, but seeing his face on a CD cover like this...yes, Miyako remembered clearly now.

“TRIGGER, huh...?”

“A dress for Zallibexa Liakos, hm? Here I thought I’d never see the day where you wouldn’t wear something other than jeans, a t-shirt and plaid.”

With his fill of teasing done, Iori nodded his head.

“Don’t worry, I have something for you.”

And a few days later, true to his word, he set up the outfit and all the matching pieces to go with it.

Taking a deep bow once he finished his last song of the hour, Riku took a deep breath, trying not to push himself past his limit as he reveled in the excited applause. 

“Everyone, I hope you enjoyed my solo acoustic version of Perfection Gimmick..! The next concert time will be..–!”

After finishing up on the small built-in stage at the far end of the cafe, Riku hopped off of the stage in order to don his apron again. Though he had been hired for his entertainment value, Riku was also courteous enough to lend a hand whenever he wasn’t singing. Seeing that there were a few people at the door, the redhead approached the nearest potential customer, offering the friendliest smile he could muster in greeting. “Ah, welcome! Can I get you a menu, Miss? Today, our special is a strawberry parfait!”

He made himself comfy on a bench and played, or well, tried to play the tunes of his new song. “Beyond Six Degrees’. He didn't start singing at first. He was just humming along to the beat he was able to make and when he had gotten the rhyme to it, had started singing along. He wasn’t too loud though - he didn’t want anyone to hear him just yet. Which.. was most defiantly a change. Usually he wanted to be heard - but not this time. 

He was just in his own little world at the moment, singing and playing the beat to his song. He was a little upset the rest of Demon’s Venom wasn’t here, for sure. 

Muffet would be lying if she said she hadn’t been a little preoccupied wondering what everyone thought of the desserts. She and her employees worked very hard on all the sweets available here, and, well.. it’d be disappointing if people didn’t like them. 

She saw someone (a pirate, in fact. Adorable!) standing by a dessert table, looking over the treats on display. Rather than sit and wonder, she figured she might as well straight up ask. Why not, right? A doughnut of her own in hand, she strode over.

❛   I’m STILL surprised there’s little kids here. You look preeetty young there, kiddo. Mommy and daddy worried ‘bout ya? ❜

( Can we.. not make a whole bunch of enemies? You’re forced to live here...)

She had entered the store out of curiosity after overhearing a few blocks south about a shop that stocked clothing geared specifically towards combat, but instead, the first thing to have caught her eye appears to be...Dressed to Kill’s cosplay section. It’s quite sizable--so much so that it’s impressive even to someone as unfamiliar with the culture as Miyako is. 

The extensive array of flashy costumes offered only serves to fuel her bewilderment, though, and eventually she finds herself asking herself (under her breath, but still somewhat audibly):