"What does it matter? We live to have fun."
From Hoshino Aoi's expression, Amuro Toru could tell that she really thought so.
Vermouth also noticed the thoughtful look in her eyes, as if she was really thinking about how to achieve her goal. Seeing this, she raised her eyebrows with interest and encouraged:
"Then I'll be waiting for your good news. Don't forget to take a few more photos and share them with me, so I can use them to tease Gin."
After all, happiness is shared with others rather than enjoyed alone.
As for whether the culprit would really be chased all the way to Tokyo Bay by Gin, that was none of her business.
"No problem, it's just a photo, leave it to me."
As if she was completely unaware of the malice in her, Hoshino Aoi suddenly changed from slumped in the chair to straightening her back. Her obsidian eyes were filled with strong interest. She looked a lot more energetic and finally noticed the look in Amuro Toru's eyes.
"Speaking of which... when he changes his appearance later, let's keep Bourbon's eyes. They're purple-gray and will look great with the dark purple dress."
As she was talking, she suddenly remembered something and took out her cell phone from the pile of parts. From Amuro Toru's perspective, he could only see her fingers quickly operating something on the phone, and then she quickly threw the phone aside and clasped her hands together -
"Pah—"
The palms overlapped together, making a crisp sound.
"Okay, the clothes problem is solved. Someone will deliver them soon. As for the rest... let's keep this tan skin color for him. Otherwise, he'll have to use a lot of foundation to cover it up. It's so troublesome. It's better to just stick with this skin color."
Upon hearing this, Vermouth's hand, which was about to apply foundation to Amuro, stopped in mid-air. She looked helplessly at the woman who was sitting there motionless, with no intention of helping at all, but was still pointing fingers at her.
"I say, you can't change your eye color or skin color, so what about your hair color? You can't change your hair color either?"
Seeing that Hoshino Aoi was hesitant and seemed to be really thinking about not changing her hair color, Vermouth really couldn't help but rolled her eyes at her and said with a half-smile:
"You can't touch this, you can't change that. Why not just do as I suggested and put makeup on him to cover up his male features?"
"But I always feel that other colors don't look as good as blonde hair, dark skin, and purple eyes together."
Hoshino Aoi scratched her cheek a little guiltily:
"Ah, anyway, Vermouth, you don't understand the thoughts of us blonde and dark-skinned lovers."
"snort……"
Vermouth snorted softly:
"I don't know what you're thinking, but I do know that if you keep talking like that, you should come over and change his appearance yourself."
"Okay, okay."
Hoshino Aoi curled her lips and muttered softly:
"I'm just making a small suggestion. Why are you so harsh? Be careful or I won't give you photos later..."
Seeing Vermouth's eyes looking at her, Hoshino Aoi paused and took the initiative to make a "zipper" gesture at her mouth.
"Is it not okay if I don't tell you?"
She signaled with her eyes.
"I hope you really know what's good for you."
Vermouth's eyes were somewhat meaningful, but she had no intention of exposing Hoshino Aoi, so after she silenced herself manually, she turned her gaze back to Amuro Toru's face.
In fact, even if Hoshino Aoi didn't say it, Vermouth had no intention of changing his skin color.
As for the color of his eyes, since she had taken the initiative to suggest not changing it, and had even thought about the color of the dress he would wear later, Vermouth naturally would not deliberately go against her.
But the hair color can be changed, and the eye shape...
She gently lifted Amuro Toru's chin with her fingers, examining his facial features while composing a picture in her mind.
Amuro Toru also deliberately relaxed his body and let her look at him.
However, seeing the distance between the two of them getting closer and closer, Hoshino Aoi suddenly felt a little uncomfortable.
It's just a face change, is it necessary to get so close?
Just then, the dress she had someone buy arrived. Hoshino Aoi pursed her lips, took the dress from the person outside the door, and then walked towards them.
"Okay, okay, there's no need to observe so closely, right?"
She reached out and grabbed the corner of Vermouth's clothes, pulling her back.
"It's just a simple little mission, just to delay Scotland. So there's no need to be so meticulous, right?"
After saying that, she casually stuffed the dress into Amuro Toru's arms, raised her chin, and directed him:
"But since you want to think about it, then take your time. Bourbon, go change your clothes first. I need to see if the size is right."
Amuro Toru raised an eyebrow.
"That's pretty fast. It seems you have quite a few connections here."
"It's okay. They mainly use people from Vermouth."
Hoshino Aoi said something perfunctorily and urged him to change his clothes quickly.
"Then I'll go change my clothes first, you guys can discuss it slowly."
Anyway, he saw it, and now in Hoshino Aoi's eyes, he was probably just a big doll.
Since he has no decision-making power here, why does he have to stay against her wishes?
However, this submissive behavior obviously surprised Vermouth.
The corners of her lips curled slightly, with an indescribable meaning:
"He's quite well-behaved, but he doesn't look like the rumors in the organization..."
"It's just a rumor."
Hoshino Aoi picked up a black wig and handed it to Vermouth:
"After all, you're different from what's rumored... Let's give him a black wig later. I think the long waves look great."
She lightly changed the subject.
Vermouth didn't say anything else, just shrugged casually and took the wig from her hand.
"That's true...and I think if you two really fought, it's hard to say who would win or lose."
Bourbon doesn't look simple at first glance, but is Hoshino Aoi really simple?
Vermouth has not forgotten the loss she suffered from her before.
Although the incident seemed to have passed as she accepted the organization's brainwashing experiment and with the pleas of the three codenamed members, Pisco, Ireland, and Shirley, Vermouth, one of the parties involved, could not forget it.
She distrusted her even more than Gin.
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