[ Could be because of Aki actually entertaining her and her jabber for most of the evening, talking her through writing a report, helping her carry things while her hands were full, teaching her how to put this concealer stuff on… But Denji had hoped that when she revealed her big showstopper outfit, she'd hear something — more supportive than this. Something nice.

Denji scowls at the ground. Irritation's an easier emotion to express, to latch on to, than disappointment. ]

Duh, I took it! Emi-chan's rich. [ Or her dad is, anyway. ] She's not gonna miss one lil' dress.

[ Which is what it is. A dress. ]

You're… You're just an old, booze-brained hag! Don't act like you know crap about what's popular with girls my age. I see 'em wearing stuff like this all the time in the streets or — or, like, on TV.