First Outing.

Before stepping out the front door, I carried a trash bag and took one more look in the mirror.

Am I dressed too much like a total NEET?

Do I smell like dog fur?

I mustn't look too much like a loser. Should I really put on at least a little makeup, just like Hyukjin said?

Since I kept standing motionless in front of the mirror and agonizing over it, I must have been so exasperating that Hyukjin urged me to hurry up and leave.

"Crazy bitch! It's already the seventh time! Enough already and get out, fuck!"

"But this is my first outing since becoming a gumiho! Shouldn't I put a little more thought into it?"

"You call that putting thought into it? You're going out in a tracksuit top and dolphin shorts? That's one hell of a thoughtful outfit."

The bald bastard sighed and took issue with the outfit I'd chosen.

I puffed out my chest and spoke proudly to him...