it was an impressive cosplay in comparison to a costume you’d find on a rack at spirit halloween or party city . along with her costume she had her cat companion SPIT with a crescent moon taped on his forehead to forgo the role of SAILOR MOON’S own trusted companion , luna . however spit found it troubling to stay in character throughout the evening . he leaped out of bonnie’s arms and SCURRIED elsewhere leaving bonnie not only dumbfounded but REGRETFUL that she’d brought him along . ❝ i’m sorry — ❞ she began approaching one of the guests . ❝ my cat ran under your table , do you mind if i just — ❞ she motioned downward to grab the sneaky bastard . ❝ grab him really quickly ? ❞
frayed sleeves and legs SWAY as amla takes a seat among the café’s patrons, thankful that she isn’t working tonight lest they’d give her trouble in the kitchen. despite the fabric which protects the privy parts of her body from her slightly sheer costume, the usually modest woman still feels inclined to peek down at herself every so often as assurance — or due to SECOND-GUESSING, she can’t be sure of which herself. she’s otherwise relaxed as customers mingle and take in the night’s entertainment, though bonnie’s appearance snaps amla out of her remote daze and leads her to peek under the table with a curious smile. “ of course, ” she chuckles, glancing between owner and pet in doing so, “ he won’t settle, huh ? ” moving one of her arms to rest it on top of the table sees her coming to a realization, soon dangling her sleeve with intent. “ though this could be what’s brought him here. ”