Jinwoo blinked once. Then twice. Then pinched the bridge of his nose, exhaling through his teeth like a man who had officially lost all control over his life.
Because now, instead of just a floating bunny, he was holding a tiny, magical-girl-bunny hybrid version of his wife, complete with a miniature sailor fuku, a sparkly tiara perched between her ears, and a glowing carrot wand clutched dramatically in her paw.
“…No,” he said flatly.
Haneul struck a pose mid-air, her tail fluffing up for maximum dramatic effect as she declared in a squeaky, overly heroic voice:
“In the name of the moon, I will not be grounded!”
Behind him, the twins gasped in awe, their eyes shining with stars.
Jinwoo turned his head to stare at them.
“Don’t,” he warned.
It was too late.
“SAILOR BUNNY!!” they shrieked in unison, immediately dropping into their own terrible imitations of magical girl poses.
Jinwoo's eye twitched.
Haneul took advantage of his momentary distraction, wiggling free from his grip and somersaulted through the air, landing triumphantly atop the still-tangled ceiling fan sheet.
“Justice will prevail!” she announced, pointing her carrot wand at him. “And today justice says NO GROUNDING!"
Jinwoo stared.
And stared.
And then, with the air of a man who had long since accepted his fate, reached into his pocket, pulled out his phone, and opened the camera app.
“I’m sending this to your mother,” he said tonelessly, snapping a photo of Sailor Bunny and her tiny fanclub.
Haneul gasped horrified.
“JINWOO—
“She deserves to know what I deal with,” he continued, already typing out the caption: Mrs Rodriguez, your daughter is doing it again.
Haneul immediately deflated, ears drooping, her entire magical girl aura dissolving into a pout.
“…You fight dirty.”
Jinwoo smirked.
