Zenkichi didn’t seem to mind the pink bow at all. "Ugly hat hair she says..." In fact, as he grabbed the hat from Hamuko, he adjusted the bow so it sat neatly to one side, making sure his movements wouldn’t jostle it off. He gave the hat a little flick to settle it just right before plopping it back on his head with a huff.
Akane made that bow. Out of paper. In the flesh. There was no way he was going to let it go.
Almost on cue, Akane perked up, narrowing her sight at him with a barely-concealed smirk in her voice behind the mask. “You’re keeping that on you?”
Zenkichi’s lips curled into a lopsided grin, the one that always showed up when he was trying to dodge something. “Whaaat? Nooo. It’s, uh… camouflage. You know. In case I get attacked by—pink... bow-related enemies. It’s a tactical advantage in cognition. Cognition 101. Obviously.”
“Oh yeah, clearly. Tactical,” Akane deadpanned, shaking her head. She turned to Hamuko with a mischievous look. “Well, I don’t know about me. I’m just artificial intelligence—I can’t be bugged. In fact, I have a far more tolerable mental capacity then most teenagers around my supposed quantum age. But Wolf-pop here? You should definitely bug him more! Maybe next time we can bring more materials to decorate him—what do you think? Glitter? Stickers?”
Zenkichi’s eyes widened as he started to backpedal slowly, throwing his hands up. “Nope. No. Hell no. I am not some goddamn Christmas tree.” He backed away until he hit the arm of the sofa and promptly spun on his heel. “I’m putting a stop to this conversation before it escalates.”
He grabbed a piece of pink paper from the table, the same kind Hamuko had been carrying earlier, and scribbled something down with quick, messy strokes.
Been here for a month now but I’m still a newcomer, Zenkichi Hasegawa. Shadow weapon. Codename ‘Wolf.’ An unhuman model. Attached is the QR code with more info about our ops. It's made by Akane who is also part of the unit- you can contact her through the QR code and no, its not shady.
Please, for the love of god, delete EMMA off your phones if you have it. Before we end up finding you lugging that app around like a ticking time bomb. There's enough on everyone's plates here.
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Akane made that bow. Out of paper. In the flesh. There was no way he was going to let it go.
Zenkichi’s lips curled into a lopsided grin, the one that always showed up when he was trying to dodge something. “Whaaat? Nooo. It’s, uh… camouflage. You know. In case I get attacked by—pink... bow-related enemies. It’s a tactical advantage in cognition. Cognition 101. Obviously.”
“Oh yeah, clearly. Tactical,” Akane deadpanned, shaking her head. She turned to Hamuko with a mischievous look. “Well, I don’t know about me. I’m just artificial intelligence—I can’t be bugged. In fact, I have a far more tolerable mental capacity then most teenagers around my supposed quantum age. But Wolf-pop here? You should definitely bug him more! Maybe next time we can bring more materials to decorate him—what do you think? Glitter? Stickers?”
Zenkichi’s eyes widened as he started to backpedal slowly, throwing his hands up. “Nope. No. Hell no. I am not some goddamn Christmas tree.” He backed away until he hit the arm of the sofa and promptly spun on his heel. “I’m putting a stop to this conversation before it escalates.”
He grabbed a piece of pink paper from the table, the same kind Hamuko had been carrying earlier, and scribbled something down with quick, messy strokes.