[ That unwavering confidence earns a moment of incredulous staring before Fuuta puts the foundation down and glances away with a heavy sigh. Ugh. This is why it's so annoying dealing with people who are born blessed. Of course a guy with a face like this would act like such hot shit and know he's hot shit.

Still. This guy being annoying is one thing, and talk about debts is another; he's not going to muddle them.] I don't care about owing. It's not about that. You don't own me shit.

[ Fuuta grumbles as he picks up the spare outfit and starts unfolding it. ]

And it's not that I give up on everything. I just ... know my limits. [ Like his inability to look passably like a girl. Ugh. Fuuta makes a face to himself as he takes in all the frills. ] It's easy for you to say shit, but I'm just realistic about what I can and can't do. It's called being an adult.

[ For all he says, though, he really does want that nap. So after one more weary glance from the dress, to the door flanked by guards, then back again, he grudgingly mumbles, ]

... but if you're so confident it'll work out, then lend me a hand with this stuff. I've never dressed up like this before.