"ah……"
Vermouth raised her eyebrows nonchalantly:
"But you only asked me to help someone disguise themselves, but you didn't mention that this person was a man 1.80 meters tall. So, I didn't prepare any formal attire for you."
really……
Amuro Toru's eyes darkened for a moment as he keenly caught the word 'disguise'.
No wonder Vermouth is called the Witch of a Thousand Faces. If she could disguise herself, wouldn't she have a thousand faces?
I just don't know if there is any connection between her and that thief who is also good at disguise but has disappeared for a long time.
Toru Amuro slowly lowered his eyes, concealing the contemplation in his eyes.
"Huh? So there really is a way to disguise oneself in this world?"
He heard his own voice pretending to be curious, and after he finished speaking, he also heard Hoshino Aoi's faint explanation, slowly ringing out in the silent room.
To be honest, when that name appeared in Vermouth's mouth, Amuro Toru really didn't know how to react for a moment.
After all, if it was someone else, he would consider whether it was a coincidence, but when that person became "Middles", Amuro Toru had to accept the fact that his friend had now become a member of the Black Organization.
and……
He reached out to take the disguise props handed to him by Vermouth. When he went to the bathroom, he glanced through the mirror as if inadvertently at Hoshino Aoi who was fiddling with the pistol with her head down, disassembling it, reassembling it, and then disassembling it again after assembling it.
Maybe he had guessed right before.
She really did undergo the Black Organization's brainwashing experiment.
And before she completely gets rid of the brainwashing state, he and she are just, and can only be, enemies.
"It looks good."
After Toru Amuro put on all the things he used to change his body shape and slowly walked out of the bathroom, Vermouth leaned on the dressing table, supporting her chin with one hand, and looked at him for a few seconds.
Although the original skeleton was a little small, from the overall perspective, he was undoubtedly a man with broad shoulders and narrow waist, and a standard inverted triangle body shape. After her transformation, he has become a hot blonde beauty.
"Now that my body shape has been changed, it's time to start working on my face."
She patted the chair in front of her and motioned for him to sit over.
Toru Amuro still felt a little awkward.
Especially when Hoshino Aoi's gaze moved away from the pistol and fell on him.
That tangible look made his toes curl up involuntarily.
Vermouth seemed to have noticed his discomfort. She raised her eyebrows and said with a hint of amusement:
"Isn't this your first time dressing as a woman? Is it because Middles asked you to?"
"It's not really because of Middles."
When he heard the code name "Middles", for some reason, the discomfort in Amuro Toru's heart suddenly disappeared, and was replaced by a very faint anger.
This made the expression on his face a little dull, and as a result, his tone became flat.
"After all, we're all here to complete the mission assigned by the organization, so it doesn't matter if we make some sacrifices."
It's just women's clothing, who dares to do it?
“Wow.”
Vermouth chuckled:
"Then you better be careful. After all, generally speaking, there are only zero and countless times of wearing women's clothing."
After she finished speaking, without waiting for Amuro Toru's reaction, she lifted his chin with her finger, leaned forward, got closer to him, and looked at his face carefully.
Too close...
Vermouth's posture made Hoshino Aoi frown involuntarily.
And just at this moment, Vermouth turned her head and looked at her.
"Actually, I think his original face is pretty good. All I need to do is soften his features and cover up his Adam's apple. Or do you want to completely transform him into someone else?"
"Of course it is!"
"I made this suggestion because I wanted to see through the disguise! If he can disguise himself as someone else, then what's the point?!"
Hoshino Aoi was madly praising Vermouth in her heart, but she thought that in this mission, there was also Shuichi Akai, whom Amuro Toru hated very much.
Although she really wanted to see the legendary 'dark-skinned hottie', but she thought about Akai Shuichi being there, and maybe Akai Shuichi would even make fun of Tohru...
Hoshino Aoi pursed her lips but didn't nod in the end.
"It's better to just disguise yourself as someone else to avoid any trouble."
At worst, she can just put herself in the situation in her mind.
Anyway, we must not let Shuichi Akai have the chance to make fun of Touko because of her!
This is the most basic quality of being a promoter!
but……
“Ah…but I really want to see it, I really want to see it…Vermouth, you should have someone send me some women’s clothing, right? I want to see a hot, blonde, dark-skinned older sister.”
Hoshino Aoi pushed the pile of disassembled parts in front of her aside with both hands, and she looked like she was about to roll on the ground.
"I really want to see it, I really want to see it. I finally managed to trick someone into playing with me, but they wouldn't even let me braid Gin's long hair, and in the end, I couldn't play properly because of the mission..."
As she spoke, her expression became obviously resentful, and she kept mumbling, looking inexplicably neurotic:
"Really? Gin doesn't wear women's clothes, and he doesn't want people to braid his hair, so why does he keep his hair so long? Doesn't he feel it's a pity? No... I have to go back and trick him, Vermouth... What do you think about me braiding his hair into dreadlocks while he's sleeping?"
"And he chased me all the way to Tokyo Bay?"
Vermouth seemed to have gotten used to Aoi Hoshino's occasional madness. Even though she noticed that something was obviously wrong with her expression and the confusion in her eyes, she still spoke calmly.
However, Toru Amuro's eyes changed for a moment.
But soon, he hid the worry in his eyes and did not let Vermouth notice it. Only a trace of worry flashed silently in his heart.
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