Her Fuku wasn’t…nearly as elegant as her own was, and there was no clue at all as to just what her powers were but. She wanted to know.
Head still hurting, Lazurite didn’t really have much of a filter and simply squinted for a moment. “Okay. I give up. Just what are you the senshi of? And aren’t you boiling in that outfit? I would petition to get something better looking if I were you.” Lazurite reached down, smoothing out her black skirts, the lovely lace that lay over everything. She had lucked out with her fuku and she was happy about that every single day.
“I bet if you would come join the Negaverse, you’d be in better clothes without a doubt. Just look at me if you don’t believe me.”
She grinned, though it turned into a slight grimace as her head throbbed with pain.
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