HOTARU
she is a flower, but she isn't soft
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
when her petals fall, they hit like bullets
"I can definitely make it practical," she assures, and begins to estimate his measurements with hawk-sharp eyes as he approaches to look over her shoulder. "My standard of a dress is being capable of hiding a minimum of three weapons, and with at least two pockets. Anything less is laughable and sexist." As if she'd ever be caught dead without her weapons, especially when dresses were so delightfully good at hiding them in silhouette.
It takes godlike strength to not laugh at the imagery of too-tight pants, but it's worth it for the sincere eagerness as she agrees with his plan of a cape. "Of course I can, it's surprisingly simple but we can add plenty of flair. Let me just grab another mannequin." As she goes back to her closet to find another, she listens to his question from over her shoulder, and answers it as she hauls it from the well-organized depths of her walk-in. "At fancier events, most attendees are given what's called a drink card, which allots a certain amount of drinks per person so as to prevent excessive inebriation," she answers primly as she begins setting it up. "But I don't drink, so you're welcome to mine."
It takes godlike strength to not laugh at the imagery of too-tight pants, but it's worth it for the sincere eagerness as she agrees with his plan of a cape. "Of course I can, it's surprisingly simple but we can add plenty of flair. Let me just grab another mannequin." As she goes back to her closet to find another, she listens to his question from over her shoulder, and answers it as she hauls it from the well-organized depths of her walk-in. "At fancier events, most attendees are given what's called a drink card, which allots a certain amount of drinks per person so as to prevent excessive inebriation," she answers primly as she begins setting it up. "But I don't drink, so you're welcome to mine."
