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[blindfoldcode]

Who: Kido, Genos and You!
What: A performance
When: Jan 13, evening
Where: Club Medusa
Warnings: feeling manipulation from people who don't know they have it

MANTICORE's frontman guitarist and System Crash's "please stick me as far in the back as possible" bassist are accidentally putting on one hell of a show.

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[wounds]

Eyes. It always seems like big changes are eyes- different coloration than normal and now that's spreading. Still, they're different than his, they still look closer to human than his.

"Sunglasses all the time now too, huh?" He pulls off his own to rub at them- not that they can hurt anymore, it's nothing more than a comfort gesture.

[twoscompany]

"Hats, too."

At this, something a bit unexpected happened. Underneath the hat, something larger than pimple-sized seemingly moved beneath the skin.

"Maybe I should consider contacts."

[wounds]

"Did your... skin just move?" What. That can't be normal-- but then again, who really is when they're stuck here?

[twoscompany]

"No."

The thing moved as Garnet blinked, seemingly tightening. Finally, though, the...thing shuddered, then slowly split open...

"Maybe."

...revealing another eye, up above, between Garnet's normal two eyes. A purple iris rolled up a bit, blinking a few more times, faster than the other two eyes, before finally focusing on Genos.

"Yes."

[wounds]

WELL THEN.

He's stuck staring at the third eye for a moment, before pulling his gaze away. Rude to stare, and all that. But still, that's one of the stranger things he's seen-- and he's seen Squalo's fully functioning prosthetic arm that he can't feel.

It's perhaps not the strangest thing he's ever seen.

"... So... How does that feel?" Yeah, that's the best question.

[twoscompany]

"It doesn't hurt or anything. Its just like an eye on my forehead, since it is. But, it's awkward to have." Garnet frowned. "And complicated to hide. I'll need to come up with something to explain my sunglasses and hat. Maybe contacts for my normal eyes, at least."

[wounds]

"Good." He thinks. At least it doesn't hurt, strange as it is.

"Contacts are probably fine. It's not like your eyes glow, right? Hats probably don't need to explained either."

[twoscompany]

"Not that I've seen," Garnet lowers her hat down, replacing the glasses. "Can't wait for the tabloids to initiate me into the satanic cult."

[wounds]

"Welcome to the club of Satan." He puts his aviators back on. "It's not as bad as previously rumored."

[twoscompany]

"I guess I get to bring the cookies and artichoke apertif to the weekly meetings." Garnet shrugs. "This will make things a little bit trickier, but if everyone else can figure it out, I'm sure I can."

[wounds]

"You seem like you've got it together." And he admires her at least a little for that. "Say if you need any help." Not that he thinks he can do too much.