Kafka then glanced at Vanitas, brow raised. "When are we going, then?"
"Right now, my dear." Vanitas's smile widened. "The festival's about to begin."
"Now? As in this very minute?" He blinked.
"Of course."
Kafka sighed, not expecting it to be so soon, before asking, "Alright, but...what am I supposed to wear?"
"Shouldn't I have something formal? A suit, maybe? A tuxedo? I can't just show up in shorts and a t-shirt in front of a bunch of gods, can I?"
"No, you can't." Vanitas chuckled softly, amused by his practicality. "You do need to wear something that reflects our status and pride."
Then, with a mysterious gleam in her eyes, she added,
"But don't worry about that, my love. I already have something prepared for you in my temple. A divine attire, made only for you. You'll change once we arrive."
Kafka frowned, tilting his head. "You already have something set up? You planned that far ahead?"
"Naturally." She smiled innocently.
