Attack of the Cute, Sue RP
Lancer inwardly cursed his luck. Fell asleep on the not-so-comfy couch, woke up late with a crick in his neck, was now running around trying and failing to get ready for this big ceremony thing Dora had invited him (and a bunch of other people) to.
He was still only half dressed and trying to pop his neck back in when the doorbell rang.
"Merchant of Venice," he swore, throwing on the rest of his clothes and finally making it to the door.
"Hello, sorry about the delay," Lancer said, opening the door. He stopped to stare.
It was very bright, very orange, and very anime-feminine. Idly he wondered if there was an anime convention somewhere missing its cosplayer.
He was still only half dressed and trying to pop his neck back in when the doorbell rang.
"Merchant of Venice," he swore, throwing on the rest of his clothes and finally making it to the door.
"Hello, sorry about the delay," Lancer said, opening the door. He stopped to stare.
It was very bright, very orange, and very anime-feminine. Idly he wondered if there was an anime convention somewhere missing its cosplayer.