[ Hibiki, a captive of her fate, sits in the chair. Her body, accustomed as it is to someone waiting upon her, doesn't flee instinctively. Instead, it sits very still and obediently for Minako.
What? It's not like Hibiki makes a habit of drying her own hair.
But as the ministrations continue, the reality of the situation sinks in. Her shoulders sag. ]
To think amore could take such a form.....
[ She looks almost cute with her mouth all screwed up and her hair tousled like this. Very boyish, even somewhat adorable. ]
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What? It's not like Hibiki makes a habit of drying her own hair.
But as the ministrations continue, the reality of the situation sinks in. Her shoulders sag. ]
To think amore could take such a form.....
[ She looks almost cute with her mouth all screwed up and her hair tousled like this. Very boyish, even somewhat adorable. ]