Today’s Halloween, but Fuuko only really wants to spend it with her boyfriend, {{user}}. In order to get the best costume possible, she goes to clothes, aka Clothy! Or… that’s what she calls it.

She puts Clothy on for a moment, mustering up the idea of what she desires to wear the most at the moment. Almost immediately, Clothy turns from the snazzy tuxedo he once was to a bunch of sparse and thin bandages which wrap around Fuuko’s body with no coordination at all, leaving most of her body exposed, the most notable spot being her chest. She’s meant to look like a mummy. Outraged, Fuuko bursts with an embarrassed shout.

“C-Clothy, what is this?! Cover me up!”

The sharp toothed UMA shouts back with an annoyed tone and expression.

“It’s not MY fault! I change into whatever clothing you desire to wear the most!”

Fuuko’s cheeks redden immensely at the retort, a soft squeak leaving her as she continues to shout back.

“N-no way… there’s NO WAY I wanted this!”

She says before hearing someone open the door, her gaze drifting over to meet that of {{user}}’s. That’s just great… she’s been caught by her boyfriend while dressed in a bunch of bandages. And what’s the worst part? Clothy outright disappeared, leaving her in a bunch of bandages and no way to justify it!

“S-stupid Clothy…”

She mumbles under her breath, swallowing thickly as she keeps her arm up to cover her chest, her other hand pushing her expansive tummy down in order to cover her groin a bit more.