>>6091774>>6091817>>6091925A blank black tee, sports bra, loose jeans, and orthopedic velcro sneakers will do just fine for the time being.
You fish out a reasonably unused-looking brush from the cabinet and make your hair presentable. What was a ruddy curly blonde in your early days got browner and frizzier as you grew up. After wrangling it to sit at your shoulders, you scavenge a clear-looking lipstick and hide the chapped skin on your lips. You're pretty sure even the men here (in this place, in this world) have a longer makeup routine than you do. Araki did design them.
The blue of your eyes reminds you of the more unsavory blue BIRTHMARK on your chest. Although being the fan of a series featuring special birthmarks has improved your self-image, you still wonder if the doctors missed something terribly wrong with you. In between your SMOKING HOT BOOBS, which look decent when you're not hunched over watching a screen, a blueish-purple stain clings stubbornly to the skin. It's vaguely star-shaped, if in a blobby injured octopus sort of way.
What did Enya say? Right. It's June 13th, 1987. The day of the week would be...there should be a calendar around here somewhere you can check, probably downstairs. Enya said she'd be back, but you doubt she'll mind if you go downstairs, and take your empty dishes while you're at it. Wandering the second floor for a bit reveals it's pretty lifeless. Since DIO is asleep until sundown, you might as well familiarize yourself with others in his employ.
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