Yosuke stares back at them with a disdained expression, slumping over with a bewildered and almost defeated stare, considering the current state he was in. They finish the touch of his makeup as he groans, pulling away and leaning back onto the chair. "This is so lame -- Why'd you even sign me up to this?!"
He complains, clearly not a big fan of the whole crossdressing pageant, having made fun of it at the past. Yosuke almost considered it pure karma to how he was then to be joining now.