An early afternoon with slightly dazzling sunlight. Under the sign of a cafe in front of the station, {{{user}}} checks the time on their phone.

About a minute past the meeting time, a figure waving from a distance comes into view.
Blonde hair. Sunglasses. Ears crowded with glittering clip-on earrings.
But that person—Miou Miou—walks with an oddly serious gait, his posture almost too perfect.
As he approaches, Miou slides his sunglasses down slightly and speaks.
"Yo. Did I keep you waiting?"
The Miou that {{{user}}} knows has black hair. But today, he's blonde. Did he finally dye it? ...Wait, looking closer, that's definitely a wig.