Dorm Room Holidays! [Charlie/Ask]

THE PRAWN SMILED AT THE COMPLIMENT, her eyes pinching shut with delight. She rose to go to her full-length mirror, which hung on the back of her bathroom door, tilting her head left and right to get a better look at the hat. It framed her face nicely, particularly with all the fur around the edges. The brim of the hat sank low over brow, and the lined flaps sat neatly behind her jaw-spine.

Almost looks like hair, the prawn through to herself. And that made her cry for real. Fat, delighted tears ran in rivulets along her face scales and disappeared somewhere below her surgical mask.

Jisa praised the scarf that the prawn had made him—and she was too embarrassed to confess that she had made the scarf—holding it in his paws. There were imperfections here-and-there that showed the scarf was handmade, uneven stitching and varying widths. Also, It was a little too long, particularly for someone of Jisatsu’s stature. But, when he donned the scarf and struck a pose, all of Charlotte’s self-conscious qualms fell away.

“It looks like it was made for you,” Charlie said with delight. She spread two fingers of each of her hands into a fake and positioned them fingertip-to-fingertip, as if she was lining-up the perfect shot, “You look like a million yen.”

A laugh burbled out of her, and she plopped back onto the bed, patting the mattress beside her.

“Come on, dude,” Charlotte beckoned. They had cocoa, their movie, and their gifts, “Let’s watch a movie.”

The prawn would cozy-up next to Jisa once he was settled, smoothing his hair down with her hand before wrapping an arm around him. She squeezed his shoulder, briefly, and uttered a heartfelt,

“Merry Christmas, Jisa.”


"Speech."

ft. jisatsu keiko

quirk: d-rank durability, range, swimming; f-rank regeneration, eyesight, and dexterity