Having slept like tossed away marionettes, much of their lethargy and weariness faded. It would take a while longer for their internal clocks to realize when was day, but it was a good first step.
Jotou opened the door to her room and behind her Hotaru buttoned her blue cross tie above her white blouse and carried in her arm an azure blazer. Her tail swayed through the gap of her long plaid skirt of blues and light greys.
"Do I look academical~?" she posed—her hair curled and strands from the front pinned to the back with a circular bluish hair pin.
Jotou took a glance, "A cute drama teacher the students all have a crush on maybe; just missing the glasses." she smirked. "Or a popular senior."
"You're one to talk," Hotaru tipped Jotou's chin up with a finger. Rose gold blush, mascara, thin eyeliner, nude lipstick, golden eyeshadow—all in very light amounts.
