/jp/ - Otaku Culture

>>45169824 (3/-)
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Flandre is fascinating. She's unstable by circumstance, yet there's a mind behind those wide eyes full of excitement that could kill with mere thought—a mini-me~—; a mind that understands her surroundings but prefers the simple things of life. Like testing her strength.

Tongue half out and brows frowned, Flan looked at me again before, with might, swinging the hammer down onto the plate, the counterweight flying like a rocket and ripping the bell off the attraction with an explosion. Smiling, I clap, "Wow, what a strong girl!" Her cheeks redden with the praise, chest puffing with pride. Cute. "What does the strong girl want as a prize?" I get up from the bench as she comes running to me, arms open and eyes on the false sky—an ever-intricate barrier to simulate a beautiful starry night or a clear summer day—thinking as we continued our walkthrough of the small indoor carnival, dodging the most promiscuous stalls.

Most attendees had already fled the 'wrath' of the 515-year-old kid vampire, leaving only us, wide-eyed and sweating stall owners and my employees, who'll undoubtedly ask for many raises tomorrow.

"Hm~…" She laughs for some motive, spinning in front of me. My, my, having fun through only enjoying company and chitchat? What a lonely 'kid'… "I want something very sweet from the other side of the world!" I think for a moment, languidly spinning my parasol, before opening a smile, then a gap, and pulling out of it a thick, red popsicle and handing it to a curious Flan. She disintegrated the plastic cover as if nothing—an interesting use of her ability. Humanity would kill much more than usual for such a conventional way to dispose of plastic—and biting on the popsicle. The effect was immediate. "SO GOOD!"

"Glad you liked it, Flan. It's called Paleta Mexicana—an ice cream from a very far place away from here." I doubt she listened to it, enjoying the sweet as if a godsend. I giggled—oh, a gap! Good job, Ran! 12.56 minutes ahead of schedule~ "What about we go get your miko costume and go have some fun with Anon, hm?" If her eyes were shining as she ate the sweet, they now outshone the sun… Ugh, terrible analogy.

Flan and The Bird in the same room, and I'd destroy Gensokyo myself.

It'd be a much more merciful end.

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Ran outdid herself. It was a conservative iteration of the uniform, following what a younger Hana would dress like but still akin to a Hakurei miko's outfit. My shikigami glanced at me, tense. "It is acceptable." We watched Flan spinning in place and looking at the costume from all angles, striking poses, swinging a phantom gohei, and even yelling fake spellcard names. Scarlet Seal? Not very creative.

The cuteness still inflicted death's fear on nearby workers who came to see one of Gensokyo's nuclear devices flamboyantly dance in her Hakurei miko outfit, her laugh filling the entire room. "It's perfect! Thanks, Kari, thanks!!" She was now hugging me, my skin itching with death… yet, it was getting much easier to hug her back.

Ran stared with an unfathomable feeling behind her eyes, and I'm sure I heard a kappa's camera taking pictures.

She should be happy I control the media—otherwise, heads would've rolled.

"Everything for you, sweet Flan~" I whisper to Ran. "You told Anon?" She nods. Great. "We'll be back in an hour. Take care of the mess outside. Make sure to say: 'Flandre got lost, then came to me for help'—we're making that mainstream tomorrow through the news." Ran nodded, retaining the information like a sponge before moving away—one glance and all the curious eyes were on the move too. I huffed, opening a gap. "Shall we go?"

Flandre nodded, clinging to me and giggling as we passed through the gap and into the fake shrine. As always, the closed topography is thriving, both aesthetically and environmentally. My genius will never stop scaring me.

"Wow! It's so pretty! Are we in the shrine Hakurei?!" She asks, immediately going to climb the Torii gate. Weird how all the children during the Harroween festival did that.

"I fear no—we're still inside the HSE."

"So it's like Sakuya's powers?! Soooo amazing!!" She jumps from the top and into a pile of dry, brown leaves, her laughter never ceasing—and it's quite the intoxicating laugh, as I giggle too.

"Already having all the fun without me?" His voice reaches us, and we turn in sync; his stride is confident, and there's light in his eyes—he always had a weak spot for little ones—though the moment he glimpses at me, his body stiffens ever so slightly.

"Anon!!" Flan yells, jumping into his arms, wings going up and down; he doesn't falter, catching her and spinning in place to dispel inertia. I approach as they laugh in each other's arms, Anon correcting his hold on her—like she's 12~very cute.

"Anon."

"Yukari…" Unlike Flan's, my voice doesn't spark joy in him. He fakes it anyway.

"Yay! We're all three here—let's have tons of fun!" She laughs as Anon and I exchange a glance. This is gonna be interesting~