<div style="text-align: center"><span style="font-size: 18px"><b><i>Dream Field Stadium, New Domino City, May 10 6:50 am</i><br/>
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<i>(As borrowed from Raz. It's a nice little format.)</i>​</div><br/>Kaden's eyes floated open. Lights overpowered him as he could barely make out his own shape in a mirror before him. The lean-mean-dueling machine had been transferred from that couch to this black chair in his sleep.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"You've got yourself some nice hair here."</span>A smooth voice tickled into Kaden's ears. This had to be someone who was used to talking to themselves, or a real socialite.<br/><br/>As his senses gradually renewed themselves, Kaden could make out the nimble fingers that ran through his hair and tickled his scalp. He couldn't tell if he was being taken care of by a woman or a man as the voice was ambiguous, but it felt nice all the same. His eyes made their way down to the draped barber cloak which didn't have any hair clung to it. As he wasn't looking for a hair cut, that was a relieving note. However, on closer inspection, the black cloak had glistened with some substance that dripped onto it from before he woke up. Add to that the fact that he felt some tight outfit wrapping his body that he's never worn before, and this whole situation was rather disconcerting.<br/><br/>And yet, Kaden didn't feel strange or worried. The pit of guilt that cursed him had left behind a giant empty hole of nothing. Absence, though normally a negative, had been a welcomed bliss.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"Unfortunately, I don't take well enough care of it."</span>Kaden summoned a coherent mumble. To this, his flamboyant attendee made a cute little noise.<br/><br/>The fingers that massaged his hair slowed to a stop.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"So, is my sleeping handsome finally awake?"</span>The voice was clearer now that Kaden wrestled himself fully awake. Unmistakably, his attendee was male. A curious turn of events, not that this was unusual. Without answering immediately, Kaden let his eyes fall over the desk in front of him which sat beneath the window which displayed the only two people in this small room. Hair dresser supplies, of course, a deck and a small toy mouse which sat upon it. These listed items had been neatly organized on the small desk, aside from the deck and toy mouse which were closer to Kaden.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#9400d3">"Yeah, but, what are you doing?"</span><br/><br/>Another little noise escaped the man behind Kaden. It was clear now, the man had a penchant for sounding cute. For Kaden, it was working. He could clearly see the man behind him with their mirror reflection. Aqua-green hair paired with a thin choker and immaculate skin had been the boldest qualities of the young man no older than Kaden himself.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"I'm doing my job for the Misses. Just the usual. Cleaning up filthy men like yourself."</span>With one swift motion, the feminine male behind Kaden had pulled the cloak from him to reveal the rest of Kaden's new outfit.<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"It's only for turbo duels, really. How do you like it?"</span>The tight red outfit had a certain flare to it, and with the glow coming Kaden's refreshed face and hair, he looked like a charming new man.<br/><br/><span class="fixed-color" style="color:#ff69b4">"I guess you can wear a coat over it, maybe some jeans for when you're not turbo dueling."</span>This time, the flamboyant male spoke just over his breath as he remembered today's tournament wasn't a turbo duel competition.