Put on clothes. Take off clothes. Put on clothes. Take off clothes.
I'd love to try on all sorts of different stuff, day in and day out! Frills, lace, headdresses, shoes... All sorts of cute things you'd think only existed in storybooks or in dreams.
But you know what? I think I feel most like myself when I'm wearing the same old clothes as always.
Weapon: Bloodroot Vase (screenshot)
One day, my master purchased a red rose blooming in a vase. The merchant claimed the rose would never wither so long as it remained in the vase. I wonder if this is true.
But the rose was not a bright enough red for my master, so he asked me to do something about it. I diligently watered it, gave it fertilizer, and set it in the sun, but the color did not change.
Enraged, my master claimed I was a useless lump—but was he not at fault for purchasing something so suspect in the first place? This unreasonable attitude made my own ire rise.
I struck and killed him with the vase. Seeing my chance, I dipped the rose in his blood. "There, sir!" I cried. "It is now the beautiful color you have been yearning for!"
Abstract Girl / Bloodroot Vase
Put on clothes. Take off clothes.
I'd love to try on all sorts of different stuff, day in and day out! Frills, lace, headdresses, shoes... All sorts of cute things you'd think only existed in storybooks or in dreams.
But you know what? I think I feel most like myself when I'm wearing the same old clothes as always.
Weapon: Bloodroot Vase (screenshot)
But the rose was not a bright enough red for my master, so he asked me to do something about it. I diligently watered it, gave it fertilizer, and set it in the sun, but the color did not change.
Enraged, my master claimed I was a useless lump—but was he not at fault for purchasing something so suspect in the first place? This unreasonable attitude made my own ire rise.
I struck and killed him with the vase. Seeing my chance, I dipped the rose in his blood. "There, sir!" I cried. "It is now the beautiful color you have been yearning for!"