bigbangsmasher:
“Galo?”
It’s hard to mistake his voice, but the howling is new. As Makoto turns to see him more or less galloping up to her, the confusion sets in for a heartbeat before she remembers the Maskerade.
“Really gotta wonder why so many human costumes are just playing dress-up as beastkin,” she mutters to herself. Not that she has too much room to judge, as her current costume is Tsubaki’s old sexy nun costume that she happened to “borrow.”
Makoto takes her time before answering, waiting for a pause between Galo’s bursts of excitement so she can squeeze something in. “I mean, I heard there was something here, but I don’t know the specifics,” she says, trotting over to the table. “Is this some kinda cosplay kit? Honestly, I’m trying to do a theme this year, I don’t know if this stuff is sexy enough for-”
The sound of an explosion from somewhere behind her makes Makoto whirl around, her eyes fixing on the monitor set up within a shop’s window. A metallic fist crashes into an iron-plated face, and suddenly the whole game has changed.
“Oh shit! Giant robot battles? With the- oh, the shit on the table! Forget sexy, this is cool as hell!” she cackles, bolting over to the table. Whatever plans Makoto had formerly were tossed out the window in an instant to make room for sick-ass mecha battles.
“You know what, I was honestly thinking this whole Maskerade thing was pretty lame, but this has really made me reconsider. Maybe the Island Stars know what they’re doing after all.”
She peers over Galo’s well-muscled and ratgher hairy shoulder, snaking her hand under his. “Hey, you see any robo tonfas or robo brass knuckles? I’m more of a hand-to-hand kinda gal, y’see.”
“Eh, eh? Beastkin? I’m a werewolf.” He tilted his head to the side, ears perked up in curiosity at her words. Oh, right Makoto was kind of a squirrel, wasn’t she? But werewolves were pretty common to dress up as, and he didn’t mind running around as a giant wolf at all when he was able to. Makoto is showing about as much skin as he personally is, but he’s not sure what she is. Some kind of...Penguin? Yeah, probably some kind of penguin. The words ‘sexy’ and ‘nun’ don’t even cross his mind.
But now she’s talking his language, and he gets pumped all over again, “YEAH! Giant robot battles! And who better to make my opponent than a friend!” He pointed to Makoto herself. Honestly, this was something fun, and if you were fighting an enemy, then the mech would have two seats.
“I know, right!? Every time I start to think, man, I have to bust into where the Stars are and get my Matoi back, they go and do something mega cool like this!” He picks up a big shoulder guard, and starts to put it on his own shoulder. At Makoto’s question, he looks around, “Whoa, maybe I should do something like that too, but I gotta make my Matoi,” brow furrowed, he pulls up a big tube. Too wide in circumference to be the Matoi, but,
“Hey!”
“If we cut this one up! We can make it into tonfas! And then when we eat the candy they’ll become really cool robo tonfas!“ Seems as though you only really need to do something and then make it cool for Galo to completely understand what’s actually going on.
