Bartleby still didn't understand the premise of wearing this... well... it wasn't a costume though it came with a wig... But he did like the style of this ensemble. It had this distinguished flare that he wore just about in everyone of his outfits.

"Hold still while I put up your hair. It needs to fit underneath the wig."

He'd allow her to get behind him where she'd brush his long golden tresses back then bind them into a clip. Afterwards she'd place the short brown wig a top his head tucking any stray hairs underneath.

"Tell me again, why are we dressing up again?"

"It's called cosplay, Bartleby, and we're doing it because we're going to enter a contest that's being held. My brothers are also entering, but we're going to beat them! Especially after they mocked me!" Sonia explains while using an eyeliner pencil to draw a beauty mole onto her boyfriend's muzzle.

So that's what this was all about. Her brothers always loved running their mouths. Especially about themselves. And I thought I was in love with myself... He joked with himself.

What was weird about this whole... cosplaying... he believed she called it... He noticed something odd about her outfit: it was plain, which was unlike Sonia. She was wearing a long green dress with a slightly frilled apron over it, and a long wavy brown wig with a large flower in it.

"Let me put the finishing touches on you before we head out. On the way to the convention I'll tell you about the character. Don't you worry, I think you'll like the role I've chose for you~" Explains the egg plant female while sliding a fake pair of glasses onto his face while flashing him a wink.

"What I'm more concerned with is is why you're carrying a frying pan with you."