Anon Meme Part 2
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“I... Like I said, I tried to make it myself first, but it didn't work out so I uh... I bought one instead. I hope it's alright.”
How bad could it be? He nodded and headed off down the hall to check it out for himself. If there was a hobby Yuri tried to keep quiet about, it was sewing and costume-making. He hadn't done it in a while, but there was something sort of fun about putting on his own Lunatic suit. It wasn't his real costume, but he felt sort of excited to be trying on what Ivan had gotten for him.
Until he locked the door and pulled it out of the bag.
Compared to Ivan's Origami Cyclone suit and especially compared to his own real Lunatic costume, this thing looked extremely cheap - sweatshop cheat, as if it had been reproduced as a...
Oh Lord, he thought, bracing himself agains the sink momentarily as he felt a headache coming on.
Lunatic was a Halloween costume now. This was definitely an adult size he was holding, but he had no doubts that there were children all over the city running around pretending to 'vanquish evil in the name of justice' as they went door to door for candy. There were probably dozens of little Origamis and Tigers all over trying to grab their candy bags, too.
The material felt like the kind one would normally encounter at a discount costume store. It was made for one night of wear. It was the type that would see holes in it within a week or less, the kind that suffered when being put through a sewing machine.
Yuri stripped and started to put it on just to see how far he could stretch the arms and legs before the seams started to fall apart.
He got it all on without it unraveling, but he still didn't approve of what he saw when he looked in the mirror. It was all too... tight. The pants clung to his ass and his thighs and if the top wasn't along enough to hide some of that, he would have been even more tempted to take it off and throw it out the window.
The pattern on the cloak was definitely wrong. It wasn't like he had a copyright out on his image, so whoever made it was probably just lacking a decent reference photo. Or maybe it was too complicated for sweatshop workers to sew. He considered his own face in the mirror for a moment combined with what he was wearing and decided that it made him feel like someone pretending to be Lunatic. Which was a really weird feeling, considering.
The more he stared, the more he got sick of looking at his own face. He reached back into the backpack and pulled out the last item, the mask. It was really only half of a mask without anything in the back to hide his hair. It was just a flimsy plastic thing. There was even a crack in the edge of it already, too. He knew that if he tested it too much, the crack would go straight across the middle of it and break it in half.
He picked at the crack for a moment idly and then put it over his face.
And then it fell off.
The elastic string around it was way too long to be meant for any real person's head. Maybe they were trying to be “one size fits all” about it, but this was just excessive. He gathered some of the excess string in the middle and tied it together to make it shorter and then kept adjusting until it fit more snugly against his head.
He looked and felt ridiculous and the pants were bunching up around his boxer shorts in places.
He sort of considered taking off the underwear just to make it fit better, but that meant making them look even more obscene so he dashed the thought as soon as it occurred. He wanted to keep at least some of his dignity intact with this costume.
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