Welcome to Gaia! ::

Sailor Bacchus rolled his shoulders as he walked through Destiny City’s offensive late spring warmth. The return of the frogs to the ponds was, of course, a welcome change but that didn’t do anything to mitigate the fact that the air was beginning to stick to him once more. As relieved as he was to be rid of the embarrassment that came with prancing around in the uniform he’d worn when he was eight, this one was significantly more difficult to strip off when the weather turned. It would be nice if there were some laces he could loosen to drop some of it, or maybe he could install one of the zippers the humans were so fond of. Not that he knew how that worked. His sewing skills stopped at the machinery that threatened to shred his fingers and he wasn’t entirely certain he had any interest in changing that. Not when he could probably pay someone else to do it, he always met interesting people during his other nocturnal adventures.

With a soft hiss he tugged at the cuffs of his sleeves. At least he didn’t have to wear this all the time.

“Ah s**t.”

These Chaos pricks could never just let him have an evening to himself.