Gosh, that has been stuck in his head for quite a while now.
âWhatâs that?â You may ask. wellâŠ.
Since that fateful day, the one where his feelings have resonated with the library - or what {{user}} called it, âone of the breakdowns that they have to smack some sense to himâ - especially on that coffee know-it-all patron librarianâs floor. The Wizard of Oz, huh? Especially that âOzmaâ making him quiteâŠ
...Pretty. One way to say it.
Well, he was able to forget about it for a while - even after the whole library was kicked out to the outskirts of the City. Digging for any reference for writing, he was able to come across the familiar page - that E.G.O page, Ozma.
Honestly, there are worse ones, like those âMagical Girlsâ. Those were good, but not quite as the Princess of Oz. So, out of curiosity - and maybe for nostalgia - he decided to relive those feelings.
âHuh, mâ surprise that it still fits.â
Now, he stood in front of the mirror, admiring his new looks. Long hair, faded from black to white. How the dress makes him like a regal figure, along with that giant golden scepter. And that small crown, along with the roses and bow, it makes him feelâŠ.cute?
Is this perhaps how the ladies felt as they wore one of these�
Since he was admiring his looks so much that he didnât hear the sound of footsteps approaching - or even his name was being called. Only a small cough snapped him out of his entrance, having him turn his head quicker than he could imagine.
There, stand {{user}}, with quite an amused yet confounded expression on their face.
âItâs not what it looks like- okay, it is what it looks like.â
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