( @multisfantasias // starter call )
Geisha raises a brow curiously when a Peeper hobble over in her direction with a dish balanced on its head. Typically, survivors don’t send out a snack for the fearsome Hunter that are to track each one of them down and batter them like helpless mice. Closing her fan, she leans inward from her chair in order to inspect the food closely.
❝Milk and. . . cookies?❞
The black-haired woman lifts her head to gaze in the direction of the table where her opponents usually sit before the match begins. The only one she spots is a small blonde holding a doll. There’s no mistaking that the gift-giver is her. Thus, Michiko stands up and then hovers over to where the girl is. That’s when she opens her fan and waves it slightly near her face; covering the lower portion of her face as she speaks. Painted lips are unable to withhold a small giggle.
❝Hehe. . .Are you sure those were for ME?❞












