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    Never did he think in the years he survived up until this point that he would become Fujiko's mother's own little model. One of two, really. He didn't see himself as any sort of fashionista nor was this his interest. He knew very little in regards to clothing and garbs. This was a little trip with an insisting voice telling them to get dressed for a walk through town. In Genya's mind, he didn't have time ... but ...

    An attempt to pull on his own kimono left him tied with his arms out. A simple cry for help to Fujiko - "I need help in here! Please ... " He muttered with embarrassment.

    His face was quick to redden, seeing her laugh at his dismay. Oh, his ego.

    "Not funny! This is serious!" He growled, brow twitching but with little attempt to move his body. She was right - this was not how you wear a kimono at all. With a huff, he slowly turned to her with a painful look in his eyes; a hurt dog's ego torn to pieces. Genya truly thought he could put this on himself.

    "Just ... help me get out of this, will you? Please? Or fix it ..." He mumbled. "I wanna make this fit ... "

    Genya didn't falter. Standing like a stiff mannequin and careful eyes kept watch as she adjusted the kimono's cloth around him. With ease, it loosened, then fitted him. Like perfect hands fitted this. Maybe he did have the right attempt, just not the right hands.

    " ... thanks Fuji ... " He mumbled, hands gently patting the kimomo's sides to feel the fitting around his body. Strangely, it did with ease. It didn't feel heavy either. The color for the kimono was a stark contrast to the purple he wore most of the time, taking a peek at the large mirror that was in the room.

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He was never the best with clothes. He could put together his own outfits with ease, but the more fancier and proper way of dressing was never his style. That, and growing up in that way of royalty or high standing was something he never got to know or understand. How could people dress themselves in kimonos as nice as these?! His own patience was at his limit before Fujiko came in to aid him, grumbling to himself with a huff while redoing his kimono over and over, fingers yanking at the sleeves.

"This damn kimono doesn't frickin' fold right--!" was what came out of his mouth before Fujiko seemingly rescued him, quickly softening up and correcting that anger. Like silk, she redid his kimono almost flawlessly - how did she do it so easily? He stood still, watching her fix the folds and crevices that were out of place, all while redoing the tie around his back to look fluffed and symmetrical.

He took a quick glance down at his kimono one more time upon her asking, noticing that it perfectly draped down to the floor. The color was much like her own in the Demon Slayer Corps - golden, lightened by a cream color. He ... liked it, actually. Shuffling a little bit in his place, he felt embarrassed getting so worked up from before, but more so doing it in front of her.