Here's the conclusion of the Makeover arc. A bit longer than I originally planned.
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Perfect
Mitsukai stood back to admire the work she had performed on Moe.
"Perfect, if I do say so myself."
The blue cat was decked out in tennis gear – a polo shirt, sweatbands, the works. He twirled a racket nervously in his paws.
"Now all you have to do is act the part!"
Moe swung the racket half-heartedly, to show his "enthusiasm" about the brunette's plans.
"I guess that's good enough," she said. "And don't forget to give her the pudding you made!" Mitsukai handed him a plastic-wrapped bowl of the gelatinous dessert. "Now off you go! Portia's waiting for her perfect guy!"
Moe slumped off, unsure of how this would actually work out. He may look like Portia's ideal guy, but he sure didn't feel like it.
He spotted the dog down by the river near her home. "Portia! Hey Portia, myawn!" As she turned to face him, Moe tripped over a rock, falling face-first into the bowl of pudding.
The spotted dog ran over to him in concern and knelt down beside him. She gazed at this tennis attire and the bowl of chocolate pudding, and immediately understood that this all had to be Mitsukai's doing.
"Oh Moe," Portia said softly, hoisting the dazed cat into her arms. "Don't you know that I think you're fine just the way you are?"
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Sickly sweet ending.
This arc, in order: Ideal, Athlete?, Chef, Perfect