#“SHUT UP MUN” geez ok no need to yell

[mima-sama]

Mima, I know you're hmm... Unalive, but doesn't you suffer from heat with so many layers of fabric (purple full dress under another blue vest, skirt, capelet and cape both oxford-like) that are somewhat heavy and thick? As an... anon who had to wear oxford labcoats and robes some times even the white or light colored ones after an hour ir so are hot enough to drip gallons of sweat.

"This isn't Tic-tac, anon. You can say "undead". No one here cares."

[Uh, Mima, it's called TikTok]

"I don't care," Mima says, flicking mun right on the forehead. [OUCH!]

"Anyway, to answer your question, whilst I can feel the temperature a little, it's not as intense for me as it would be for a living person. My clothing doesn't really affect that most of the time. I'm also not wearing a full dress underneath my current outfit, just so you know," she explains, a slightly amused tone coloring her voice. "I've got my undergarments, skirt, undershirt, vest, and capelet/cape-- that's four layers, max. No dress. That's a separate outfit that I can change in and out of at any time using magic."

"Incidentally, the clothing that I died in is made of ectoplasm, which... technically makes it a part of my body?"

" Hmm. But why? Is the clothing a ghost, too? Is it-- was it-- alive? HMMMMMMM-- nope, not gonna think 'bout that anymore. That way lies madness."