ミ☆ ⦙ INKPARAGON. ﹙ bitch ﹚
It socks them right on the nose, and they let out a very undignified yip as the glitter gets everywhere. They’re stunned for a few seconds, before furiously shaking their head, sending another cloud of glitter into the air.
“You didn’t have to aim it right at my fuckin’ face, asshole!” Even if they do totally deserve it- and really, should have expected it, considering the lovely card they sent her. A quick scrub at their face with a clean sleeve removes any remaining specks, while their free hand gives her a rather sparkly finger. “An’ you could at least put some fucking effort into it!”
———— 🌺┊ ❝ D'AWW, DOES BABY NOT LIKE HIS GIFT? ❞ She cooes, squishing her cheek with the knuckles of clasped hands. ❝ Even though I'm the birthday girl, let's kick it up --- just for you. ❞
And that she does, as one to keep her word --- a mid-air somersault, similar to one using a special weapon, reveals a bomb launcher being toted on her back. Firing out at rapid speeds are more glitter burst bombs, pelting their body as she marches on in rhythm to her own song playing.