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[mienakyohaku-blog]

— ❝ What do you mean I can't just rip off the sleeves? ❞

There was a whine to Hinata's voice as he stood beside Oboro, looking upon a set of clothes intended for the next formal event where the two were to accompany their liege. He didn't doubt his peer's eye for fashion, of course not, but he still felt like he should have a say in what he was going to wear himself.

     ❝ Geez, nobody complains when I take off the sleeves for all my other outfits! Why can't I have this one? ❞

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[ensnared-in-a-daydream-blog]

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Maybe... she can fix this...?

Setsuna gazed down to the object in her hands; a cute, if simple looking, plush sheep. Along the front of the head, there was a large rip with some of the stuffing poofing out. Not many things saddened the azure archer, but this... her heart just felt so heavy.

Even more so, since this was the cause of an accident she had caused. Needless to say... she’d never sleep with her arrows again. This little guy had been with her since the beginning, so he was already looking a little tattered, but she had actually taken good care of him; this was the first tear in about... five years?

So after asking around for a good while, she slowly wandered over to Oboro, the plush now clutched close to her chest.

“Ah... i’m glad I found you Oboro! Are you busy...?”