"No...I am your father." A voice came out from Mutsumi's phone speakers, providing some ambiance as she held some solder in her hand. It was quiet int the Nakano apartment, though that didn't mean that trouble wasn't just around the corner. The door flung open as Miku dashed in from outside, heading down the hall with her face strained and in pain.
"Good luck!" Mutsumi yelled, leaning forward to see all of her sisters' suffering in a line. "You'll need it!" Four of them were lining up in front of the door, with the missing one inside.
"Nino! Hurry up! I'm about to burst!" Yotsuba yelled, visibly sweating from having to wait for her sister. "I really gotta go!"
"Hey! I was here first!" Itsuki retorted, stepping slightly in front of her sister to get a head start for when Nino left the room.
"Onee-chan is the oldest, so I should go first!" Ichika joined the fracas as the three of them continued to close in on the bathroom. And thus, the Nakano household soon descended into chaos as nature threatened to tear them apart.
"Everyone hold still..." Mutsumi said, holding some measuring tape in her hands.
"Can't you just measure yourself? We're identical, after all." Nino retorted, busy making their dinner. Mutsumi sighed, stepping on one end of the tape and pulling the other one up to her head. She recorded the number, drawing something in a notebook. One week passed before everyone saw the results of the measurements. "Alright, it's ready." Mutsumi attached something to the top of their TV.
"Ooh, what's that?" Yotsuba leaned in, getting spooked once the camera opened up.
"It's to help us dress up. Watch this." Mutsumi stood in front of her sisters, gesturing with her hands and launching up the software. The TV turned on, showing a live feed of whatever the camera captured, in this case: her. Then, with another gesture, a dropdown menu appeared. "Then you pick this..." One by one, with every choice she made, images of the clothes were placed on her in the screen, updating with every movement of her body to show the correct parts of the clothing.
"Woah!" The sisters applauded, each taking their turn while silently judging the fashion sense of their sisters. It was finally Itsuki's turn when a flaw appeared.
"What? This hat...my hair!" It was just like she said. The top of her ahoge, which made her slightly taller than everyone else, was treated as the top of her head. Any and all headwear was elevated slightly; glasses appeared on her forehead, hats floated in the air, scarves covered her face.
"This is why you should've let me measure you!" The six of them shared a laugh, messing with the wonky code by mixing and matching clothes until the sun went down.