This is it...It is now...This is the time...And it starts now...


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After the invitation from Felicita, Kirito was escorted by Luca around the town a bit.

A while ago...

"Oh, do you need an escort? Since you're new here and all?" Felicita offers.

"Um...I don't think I'll need one, I have a map of the island if I ever really get lost." Kirito takes out his map and takes a look. "The Isis Regalo is on the other side of the street, right?"

Everyone laughs. "Actually, it's on this side of the street. Just down the street."

"Oh." Kirito takes another look at the map to verify. "Hmmm...I looked at the wrong street..." That was embarrassing.

"It's fine. Surely, you're going to need assistance." Felicita looks around. "Luca!"

"Yes, Ojou-sama?" Luca stands by Felicita's side.

"Can you assist Kirito around and help him change into proper attire for the party?"

"But!...You're going to need help with your dress, right?"

"The girls can help me. Besides, I'd rather wear this than a dress anyways." Felicita points to her clothes.

"That's right, Bambina. I'm sure Nova's pleased with what you're wearing now," Debito said taking a step closer to Felicita and stokes her cheek.

"Don't drag me into this." Nova's as dense as ever.

"DEBITO! How many times do I need to tell you to keep your hands off Ojou-sama?!" Luca storms over to Debito and tries to pull him away from her.

"As many times as you want...but like that's going to help. Right, Liberta?" Debito keeps a firm grip on Felicita. Liberta and Nova both take a step foward to help Felicita. They both see each other copy the other's movement and refrain from the idea. THe result: Neither of them help and just looks away in opposite directions.

After Luca finally shakes Debito off Felicita, he comes up with a compromise. "If Ojou-sama will wear the dress, I will personally escort the young man around the town until he is pleased."

Felicita thinks about this for a moment and finally comes to a retort. "Fine." The group seems pleased with her answer.

"I look foward to it, Bambina." Debito focuses his eyes on Felicita. "Aren't both of you too?" He looks at Nova and Liberta for an answer. They both blush while looking away with no response for Debito's question.

Present

Luca leads Kirito to the nearest tailor. "You're lucky that Ojou-sama is nice enough to invite a newcomer like you to her birthday party."

"Really?" Kirito's mind is fixated on places, looking for them on the map, and figuring out their exact location. They've been walking for 5 minutes down the road. Luca looks ahead and sighs with relief. He stops for a second without stopping Kirito; leaving him walking for a few steps ahead before he notices that Luca stopped. Kirito makes a face and carefully walks back towards the betrayer.

"Humph..." Kirito has a displeased expression on his face.

Luca snickers. "Here we are. Grol's." He gestures his hand in front of Kirito to show him the wooden sign above their heads.

"Grol's?" What a strange name...

"Yes. This is the most popular place for newcomers, here in Regalo, to buy their suited attire." Luca opens the door followed by a happy jingle from the chimes placed near the rim. Kirito takes a step into the shop.

A pleasing aroma of new cloth drifted in the air. There was no one around, which was strange that it was "popular". Stacks of suits, jeans, blouses, jackets, shoes-any piece or type of clothing you could name-were scattered in various locations. "Welcome." A giantesque sized man appears from behind the counter as he was doing something or hiding but wasn't evident to the eye. He has a mini nametag clipped on his dirtied brown shirt. "Grol" it read. He is dressed tight black pants with a belt attached to it. Grol takes a step toward the duo.

"You folks need any assisstance?" Grol smiles a crooked smile with his eyes squinted.

"Not at the mo-." Kirito starts.

"Actually, yes. We need a suit for this young boy here." Luca interrupts and points at Kirito.

"What's wrong with my current apparel?" Kirito looks at his clothing, proud of it.

"Nothing." Luca subtly rolls his eyes. "It's just the fact that it's Ojou-sama's birthday and I thought that it would be better if you dresses up for the occasion. Ah... The idea that Ojou-sama would actually wear a dress raises my pulse while the fact that she would take a liking towards you makes my blood boil. Well, anyway here." He pushes Kirito towards the giant.

Take a liking towards me? Kirito thinks.

Grol catches Kirito just before he collapes on himslef. "Ok, feel free to take a look around while," Grol says to Luca. "Let's go, hmm?" Grol takes a glance at Kirito, then gives him a little shove into a black room behind a velvet, red curtain. Kirito almost trips over the step in front of the room. Piles of miscellaneous types of clothing lay on the floor sniffing in the trashed air. "Stay in there and change got it? Here." Grol opens the curtain and tosses a black suit with a plastic bag protector in the dark space which lands on the cold floor. " Oh, don't forget these too." This time fancy, shiny black shoes come flying in along with a red tie. ''Let's hurry!"

These people...

Kirito thinks for a while. Should I do as they wish and expect from me? I wonder where the Papa is... After a few minutes of thought and whines from the giant and one-sided lover, he unwillingly complies with their request of new clothing. Kirito tries to rush through to get to his destination: The Papa. It takes him quite a while to get off the DaRk Swordsman's clothing. Kirito pulls the velvet curtain to disclose himself to the two.

"Satisfied?" The duo stands at the counter with an empty face.

Luca speaks. "That's more appropriate for the occasion."

"Someone's a genius." Grol's face changes to a look of satisfaction. "Let's head over here." He leads Kirito across the store to face a wooden surface covered with dust clumps as if one compiled it. No one could barely see anything on it. "Oh... I got an idea." Grol retraces his steps and retrieves a wet towel. He cleans the dusty mirror to reveal Kirito seeing himself in suited clothing. All Kirito could see was a boy with his face, but with a simple yet amazing suit. It seems like the suit was especially made for him.

"This looks awesome," Kirito says. "Did you make this?"

"To be honest... No." Grol sighs.

"That's a shame." Kirito looks in the mirror once more to admire himself but not in a narccistic way.

"Isn't it?" Luca walks up behind.

"Actually-" Grol begins.

Coo-koo! The sound makes the three jump and look in its direction. Their eyes land on an old fashioned coo-koo clock positioned in the exact center of the front wall.

"No matter how many times I'm ever gonna hear that, it suprises me everytime." Grol tries to calm himself down. Coo-koo. Coo-koo. Coo-koo. Coo-koo. Coo-koo.

"Oh my. It's already 6! We better hurry." Luca tries to speed up the process. "Get your clothes into a bag while I'll pay for the suit. Let's GO!" Kirito ran into the room to get the DaRk Swordsman clothes. By the time he came out, Luca was already heading outside the door.

"Thanks, Grol!" Kirito shouts while running to catch up with Luca.

"Sure, come back anytime!" Grol shouts back before the door closed. "Someone instructed me to give that to you..." he whispers to the darkness.


END OF CH.3:Attire


** Explanations

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