13. Cape
He really needed to have a word with whomever was in charge of his vigilante outfit. A tuxedo, he could handle. It was, after all, a respectable wardrobe choice for men - not to mention he looked rather dashing in it if he did say so himself. His mask? Well, that was undoubtedly necessary for hiding his identity. The top hat might be a little over the top (pun intended), but it worked well with the suave, debonair gentleman look that he suspected the designer was going for.
However, the one item of clothing that he absolutely abhorred was his cape. Simply put, superheroes with capes were just too clichéd.
Just who had decided that a cape would be a good idea in the first place? It surely didn't provide him with any additional advantage to his already existing flying powers; rather, it often had the tendency to get in the way during a fight by making him a hundred times easier to grasp onto.
Furthermore, the fabric slowed down his movement considerably, putting both himself and Sailor Moon at risk when he had to swoop down to save her like the knight in shining armour - err, tuxedo - that he was.
As he stirred his coffee absent-mindedly, deep in thought on ways he could possibly ditch the wretched article of clothing, he heard a delicate voice ring out through the arcade. Instantly becoming alert, he traced the sound to a booth at the far end of the room where five giggling girls were talking in loud voices amongst one another.
"Come on, Usagi! We told you ours, so it's only fair that you share what you like on a guy," he heard one of her friends say. He strained his ears and sat still, waiting for her answer.
"Well," Usagi began slowly. "Personally, I'm really fond of the look on Tuxedo Kamen. His dark ensemble and mask give him an air of mystery, while the hat makes him look sophisticated at the same time. But the best part of his costume is his velvet cape - the way it cascades down his shoulders and flutters in the wind..." She sighed. "It really makes him look gallant." Not to mention, she felt safest when he wrapped it around her. She ducked her head down to hide a wistful smile, as she recounted the numerous times that her saviour had shielded her with the soft material after a rescue.
Back at the counter, a single dark-haired college student grinned delightedly to himself. He definitely had to have a word with the genius who created his costume. The cape had been a great idea.
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