There are always a few people in the cos army who can make up the numbers, and I am the unlucky one who is forced to make up the numbers.
As a human being, my cousin would not force someone with a social disability like me to socialize in a place where people are awesome.
I was huddled in a corner, not daring to speak. I wore fake hair and a pair of contact lenses, with a sluggish expression and dull eyes, staring stiffly at a group of colorful social cows who were unscrupulously writing scripts.
My cousin has never done the serious things that normal people do, and now he is sharpening his sword to attack his own family.
What kind of beauty is so heartless and cruel, what kind of person becomes yandere when they don't agree with each other, what kind of arrogant and crazy person... I scratch my head and don't even understand.
Thank you for your explanation, but I really don't understand it! ! !
A group of cosplayers who let themselves go looked sharply at the good brother who was often said to be one of the top ten among his friends but refused to socialize.
Wow! Learned a lot.
Me: Don't get close to cos, you will become unfortunate.
The Armed Detective Agency welcomes a special guest who says he can't find his cousin, and the only clue he provides is a photo.
The reward he gave was a pigeon egg diamond, but the problem was that he was in the face of the assassin king Verlaine.
Intention: I feel embarrassed and want to dig a hole and lie down