he/him
19
August 13
Kanto
undetermined
templeworker/daycare
cadet
i used to dream in the dark of palisades park.
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Mochi Watanabe
"th...Thank you." Mochi replied, feeling able to relax a small degree.
Timidly, Mochi would follow after her. Course he did have to get his chansey to follow along; still more interested in the clothing section. They came to what Mochi could describe in a whole, the make up section; granted this was his lack luster knowledge of all the different things that he just roped it all into one catergoy in his head. This didn't feel as nerve inducing as the undergarment topic was. Tilting his head, the long strands shifted on his shoulder. His gaze lingered on the bottle that she was holding up to him.
He'd seen the temple staff wear make up, granted many did it for the plays they did now an then. While others just liked to wear it. He'd seen how some ladies replicated the look of a geisha, so much white powder and dark lips. It was rather pretty look at it but, he never once picked up the stuff. Mainly due to knowing he wouldn't be able to perform even if he wanted to. The other reason was well...just nervousness.
"Pop?" Mochi asks, glancing up to Cait.
Course she had already advanced and Mochi tensed as she was talking about the hair. Sure enough they saw that it was a wig....oh no.....ooooh no. He could feel his heart sinking in his chest as he stood there.
"I didn't pay attention when I bought it...I...I don't even really know why I bought it honestly..." Mochi answered, twirling a strand around his finger before sighing. "I...I shouldn't be in here....I just...I just wanted to be someone else for a little while...I...I didn't think that..."
Brows twitched lightly before he shook his head, feeling like he was just about to get a hard slap with a purse or hand. But if she saw that this was a wig and if she noticed how off his voice was for a girl, then surely she figured out right? Chansey noticed that her trainer was once more uncomfortable. Tilting her head, she approached and gently patted their leg, trying to understand what was wrong. Sakuramochi had seen her trainer fiddle with the wig before, it's why she knew it was him.
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