Ch. 4: A Loss for Words
Medi’s fingers moved as if they were dancing as they held the needle, and one by one he sewed the fabric pieces together.
(It’s like magic.)
In the blink of an eye he’d finished sewing and mopped the sweat from his brow.
Medi: “Now, try this on!”
(I have no choice…)
OO: “…thank you”
I accepted it with thanks and left the room to change clothes.
OO: “H-how does it look…?”
Medi stared fixedly on the clothes I wore.
Medi: “I don’t know if it can simply be called beautiful…to think that my art combined with you would create a piece such as this!”
His voice rose in appraisal.
I was completely at a loss for words.
Ch. 5: Whatever...
Medi: “Now, see for yourself.”
Wearing the clothes Medi had designed, he pulled me in front of a mirror.
Medi: “Ah, beautiful. With skin like a goddess.”
OO: “…”
(He’s looking at himself, and the dress, not me…)
The situation was becoming a little more interesting and I let a small smile slip.
Medi: “However…”
OO: “Eh?”
As soon as I’d turned my head, Medi’s hand had ripped off the clothes I was wearing.
OO: “!!!!”
I just barely grabbed the tip of the fabric and covered my front.
Medi: “P…please! Let go! I must also wear such beautiful clothes!”
(W-what the heck is going on!?)
Not quite sure what was happening, I stood there without opening my mouth.
Then, without saying a word, Medi again grabbed the cloth I was holding to conceal myself…
Medi: “Yes, beautiful. This is true art.”
OO: “…”
Reflected in the mirror was Medi, wearing the original dress and striking a pose, and me, sitting on the floor.
(What the…well…whatever…)
While looking at his back, I let out a long sigh.
END