Your P.O.V.
This is insane.
But dang, sometimes make-up really does magic.
You left a small brush on the small table, and made your way to the mirror that was on the wall. Buying a black hair wig, and finding clothes that looked your brother's wasn't a problem. The problem was your face. You knew that you shared some face lines just like Kenzo's own when he was your age but there were still two problems.
First one was the fact that he was male, therefore his face looked more masculine than your own.
Second one was the fact that the two of you weren't twins. Even with similarities here and there, the two of you still looked quite different.
So you had done the only thing that you could. You'd bought all the products of make-up that could help you hide your real identity in order to become a copy of your brother. Luckily, the buggy clothes was good enough to hide your feminine body quite well, even though you still looked a tad smaller form than your brother. But since you decided to go to the bar during evening time, you hoped most of the people would be drunk, and no one would notice this difference. Or notice the heavy make-up on your face. Letting out a small chuckle, you thought you looked like Kenzo when he had been on college. You were quite proud of your cross-playing.
I wonder what Johan would say if he saw me like this?
But knowing my situation, he would probably say something like "You just do things your way. It's not weird at all."
"Well, I did the best I could. I can only hope no one reveals me." You quickly covered your mouth as your eyes widened ever so slightly "Crap! My voice!"
You tried imitating Kenzo's voice but failed so miserably.
Crap! I completely forgot on my voice!
Looking out of the window, you let out a small sigh "Well, if anyone asks I will just point on my throat. They are smart enough to assume I might have a bad cough or something like that."
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"Who are you? The last time I saw you, you were were quiet as well," the bartender spoke as he continued cleaning the counter, a cigar still in his mouth "Ya' know, you aren't even drinking alcohol."
You cleared your throat a bit louder which made him looked at you in confusion "Throat problems? Ah, I see, I see. The last time you went inside with that guy...what was his name again? The tall one with the bag? Grig, no...ah, yes, Grimmer. Very talkative and friendly pal."
So the other man's name is Grimmer...
"You look like an Asian. Perhaps Japanese?" he finished cleaning, and made an eyes contact with you at which you made a small nod "I heard some Japanese girl wanted to come in here yesterday in the morning. Perhaps your cousin? There aren't many Japanese people in here."
Making a small shrug with your shoulders, the bartender continued "It wasn't during my shift. I don't like kicking out ladies from the bar. I really don't care for the rule of 'only man' bar but the older co workers of mine take it more seriously."
The bartender continued rambling but the information he told later were not useful in any way. It was mostly him rambling about college, and this being a part-time job.
The bar started become more crowded as the night was slowly approaching, and you knew that this was getting too risky so you decided to leave.
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