“Is... is this completely necessary?”

Megumi lets out an unpleased sigh as his gaze examines the costume he wore, his other hand clasped onto the collar wrapped around his neck—letting out an annoyed groan as his grip loosens from the collar.

He gazes over at you, the structure of his lips a thin line of disapproval with his brows raised in evident uncertainty.

“I am simply not a fond of dressing up during such occasion,” he sighed, his hands digging into the pockets of his pants.