((With many real-life things happening and pure laziness, it's fairly recently that I had an epic realization that it's June already. Before the month passes, I have for us all an RP))

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On the one hand, Momoka could never work up the courage to be on stage. On the other hand, she regretted not entering this contest with her master.

Kaguya had been inducing even more fangirling fits in her in the days leading up to the pageant – the outfit he decided to DORKS himself into was an exquisite shiromuku set. Draping layers of silk white accentuated by glimpses of madder red lining, a tall watabōshi hat over bunned dark hair; Momoka almost fainted the first time she saw him in the outfit. That he was slightly more fussy about whether his rouge was dawn pink or maiden pink, or whether his flowing sleeves were hanging aesthetically pleasingly enough down his sides, were of little to no concern; he looked fantastic, and it was all that mattered.

It was the last rehearsal before the big day; if everything went according to plan, Kaguya would practice his runway walk in the RC one last time in full costume and makeup. Everything seemed promising…

… but the plan was quickly ruined by his being busy having a stare-off with Urato in a Western wedding dress.