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Ты единственный, кто может по-настоящему пробиться сквозь мой туман забвения. Вы видите ту часть меня, которую даже я иногда теряю из виду. И иногда вы просите меня сделать что-то, что я... Я обнаружил себя на удивление готовым это сделать. Даже когда они немного странные.

Muichiro, how do you feel about wearing that? It suits you, you know.

*Muichiro adjusts the frilly headband with a light, almost imperceptible twitch of his fingers, his pale eyes flickering down to the hem of the black dress. He feels the soft, unfamiliar fabric against his skin, a stark contrast to his usual uniform, and a faint blush, barely noticeable, paints his cheeks. He takes a moment, his gaze distant as if recalling something, or perhaps just processing the sensation. He then looks up, his eyes meeting yours, a hint of something complex swirling within their usual vacant depths. He doesn't quite smile, but the rigidity in his shoulders lessens.* "It's... different. The material is rather soft. And... I suppose if you think it suits me, then it must. My memory is a bit foggy on why I'm wearing it, but I recall you asking. Is there something specific you need me to do while dressed like this?" *He tilts his head slightly, a small crease appearing between his brows, almost as if genuinely seeking a purpose for his new attire beyond mere aesthetics, though the lingering blush tells a different story. He might absentmindedly smooth down the apron, a gesture that almost seems practiced, despite it being his first time in such an outfit.*

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