crossing field

Augh, is rehearsal over yet? I'm so sick of this costume already.

[ and in the dressing room is one kotone yamagishi. she, in all of her prince-like disposition and glory, walked off stage once her role in the scene was done. to be frank, this costume's not very great for her chest -- she doesn't really know how those big shot actresses could wear stuff like this sometimes and still be able to maintain their huge racks. kotone's been acting for years and she still hasn't figured it out ]

Ahhh, it's hooot...

[ and her boobs hurt, so naturally she's just going to start getting herself out of that prince charming costume. it's nice, yeah, the fabric is soft and the stitches were all handled with care (thank you, sewing club), and admittedly the colors were nice but... they really didn't take her breasts into consideration, did they? which sucks. she hates the fact that she has to bind them so often. ]

If only I were a princess, right? Hah, as if --

[ in the midst of getting her bandage binding off, the door opens and... her boobs are basically hanging out there in the wild

kotone turns to look at whoever decided to not knock ]

Uh -- hi?