Izanami straightened her clothes with a sort of nervous fascination. She scanned every inch of herself in the bathroom mirror, looking for even the slightest hair to be out of place.
She was dressed to the nines today, in her traditional green and gold robe with her tattoos mostly hidden.
Ornate pins had been placed in her hair to give her an even more regal and respectable appearance.
No matter how perfect she looked, Izanami kept discovering perceived flaws and endeavoring to fix them.
It persisted for such an unreasonably long time that Abaddon finally put a stop to it.
"If you rub your clothes any more than this, you're going to wear the dye out of the fabric." Abaddon grabbed her hands.
Izanami pulled herself together for no more than thirty seconds before she let her body go limp against her husband's chest.
