The room is full of noise, even though the music which Anzu-san had turned on earlier can barely be heard.
“No, no, wear this one…”
“But isn’t it a little…flashy?”
“Since when were you ever afraid of standing out?”
Anzu-san blushes. “I meant that it clashes!”
The obi is thrown away, and she reaches out and catches it. A moment later
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This was very sweet and definitely flavoured with a strong hint of Japanese culture, which is suiting. I can easily picture them arguing like this. ^^
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(I'm so sorry for taking so long to reply- RL has been hectic and I keep losing track of things ><)
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