Akane visibly brightened as Hamuko made her way over, the shift in her demeanor subtle but undeniable. The Velvet Room’s quiet, eerie tranquility—a space where time and reality bent in ways no human mind could truly grasp—was suddenly filled with something far more tangible. A warmth. A presence.
It was almost funny, really, the contrast of their little exchange against the backdrop of this impossible place. The faint, wordless singing of a woman’s voice drifted through the air like an ever-present lullaby, and here they were, giggling over a folded piece of paper.
Akane straightened slightly as Hamuko picked up the bow, preening at the compliment. She practically beamed under her mask, not that it was visible. “Right? I wanted to lean into something more creative and cute, so I looked up a tutorial online and—”
She stopped.
Her head tilted as she watched Hamuko fiddle with… something. “Wait, what are you—?”
Hamuko hummed thoughtfully, sticking her tongue out which made Akane lean forward, intrigued, her processing units kicking into high gear trying to predict the end result—until Hamuko finally spun around to reveal the finished product.
Zenkichi’s hat, now adorned with the dainty pink bow, sitting proudly on her head.
Akane stared. Then she let out a full, delighted giggle, her voice light and airy in a way it so rarely was. “That hat is so big for you-!” she snickered, leaning forward on her hands. Honestly it wasn’t just a giggle—it was the kind of snorting, delighted amusement that was way too fun for what had just happened.
She swung her legs over the couch, kicking them idly as she grinned wide under her mask. “But honestly? Kinda into the vibe. Kinda looks like a genuine fashion piece. Wolf over here is always rocking the tragic noir detective look, so this? This adds some flair. Some personality. Some much-needed drip.”
Her glowing eyes zeroed in on Hamuko’s face—or at least, what little of it was visible under the absurdly large brim.
“But hold up, real question,” she said, voice laced with mischief. “Can you actually see anything past the whole big beak now that you are looking down? Or are you just guessing where I am right now?”
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It was almost funny, really, the contrast of their little exchange against the backdrop of this impossible place. The faint, wordless singing of a woman’s voice drifted through the air like an ever-present lullaby, and here they were, giggling over a folded piece of paper.
Akane straightened slightly as Hamuko picked up the bow, preening at the compliment. She practically beamed under her mask, not that it was visible. “Right? I wanted to lean into something more creative and cute, so I looked up a tutorial online and—”
She stopped.
Her head tilted as she watched Hamuko fiddle with… something. “Wait, what are you—?”
Hamuko hummed thoughtfully, sticking her tongue out which made Akane lean forward, intrigued, her processing units kicking into high gear trying to predict the end result—until Hamuko finally spun around to reveal the finished product.
Zenkichi’s hat, now adorned with the dainty pink bow, sitting proudly on her head.
Akane stared. Then she let out a full, delighted giggle, her voice light and airy in a way it so rarely was. “That hat is so big for you-!” she snickered, leaning forward on her hands. Honestly it wasn’t just a giggle—it was the kind of snorting, delighted amusement that was way too fun for what had just happened.
She swung her legs over the couch, kicking them idly as she grinned wide under her mask. “But honestly? Kinda into the vibe. Kinda looks like a genuine fashion piece. Wolf over here is always rocking the tragic noir detective look, so this? This adds some flair. Some personality. Some much-needed drip.”
Her glowing eyes zeroed in on Hamuko’s face—or at least, what little of it was visible under the absurdly large brim.
“But hold up, real question,” she said, voice laced with mischief. “Can you actually see anything past the whole big beak now that you are looking down? Or are you just guessing where I am right now?”