Kyoko's image of who she was... was in a constant stat of flux. But when she started out in the dream she looked.... she had no curves. At all. Her face seemed to vanish whenever someone wasn't looking directly at it, and even when they were it was plain and forgettable. Unlike her outfit, which was still eye searingly pink. It was like a curse, a pink that bright, and it seemed to leak from the clothing into her skin where it touched. And from the knees up she was... see through. Like she was a glass that was mostly empty. A dark aura surrounded her as she moved, clinging to her like an ominous second skin.
She was puttering around an odd kitchen, seemingly unaware that anything was odd as she cooked. It was a restaurant kitchen from the size of everything - including the meal she was cooking - with tatami floors, oddly, and the coffee machine from Farbucks. Kyoko was humming to herself as she made a large serving portion of a fancy noodle dish.
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Kyoko Mogami | Skip Beat | OTA | CW: angst, self image issues, trauma
Date: 3 Sep 2023 12:17 (UTC)She was puttering around an odd kitchen, seemingly unaware that anything was odd as she cooked. It was a restaurant kitchen from the size of everything - including the meal she was cooking - with tatami floors, oddly, and the coffee machine from Farbucks. Kyoko was humming to herself as she made a large serving portion of a fancy noodle dish.