"But since you have a babyface, it doesn't matter if you put on makeup, right?"
Why court death? Why did humans always make the same mistakes, repeat the same tragedies? Didn't they know disasters came from the mouth?
"I'm already past the age where I need makeup." Without realizing it... Hm? Why did that feel weird?
"How old are you? You talk like some ancient old man." Suzumiya Haruhi's face was brimming with excitement. Perhaps all sorts of crooked ideas were brewing in her mind.
How irritating!
"Not that old. Just over a hundred. Still young." He gave a soft snort, and this time it was Suzumiya Haruhi's turn for her mouth to twitch.
"You're lying!"
"Huh? You found out."
"Hmph!" With a light snort, Suzumiya Haruhi found a sheet of paper, laid it on the ground, and sat down on it. After thinking for a while, she said, "What do you think about planning a cosplay project?"
"Think nothing of it. Let's keep it normal." In an instant, Jiu Ming realized what she might be plotting and decisively smacked the suggestion aside. "Other than dressing up as a ghost, I can't do anything else!"
"Tch, then forget it."
After that, they simply waited. Other than Asakura Ryoko struggling restlessly in the backpack now and then, only to be violently suppressed again by Nagato Yuki, nothing else happened.
"It really feels strange wearing someone else's clothes." Kyon had brought a long-sleeved shirt. He wasn't afraid of heat anyway, so long sleeves were just right.
"I'm not used to lending my clothes to other people, either."
"I'm a ghost."
There was a difference in their heights, but fortunately, Jiu Ming was "frail" enough that the clothes didn't feel too small on him.
"Mhm, mhm. Perfect." Looking at the shadow on the