#nicolette01

Muted honks pass through them contentedly.

Is it cheating if your snow sculpture defies gravity?

...Maybe. 

Did Chuuya care?

Absolutely not! He was out here living his best life; which, by that, I mean he’s completely rugged up in warm clothes and several eggnog’s in, cheeks red from the cold but grin as wild as ever.

“Hey, Nico,” he calls, flinging his head back over his shoulder, barely holding back his laughter. “What do you think about this?”

Man’s eyes Nicolette’s, who looked just as comfortable as himself but with a slightly more rule abiding sculpture, and gestures to his own work. It’s only half complete, still, but from the crude shape of it, it seems to be...

The bow in his hands felt weak, brittle and easy to remake. He could break it, he could. But alas even in such a place, it was easy to remember no matter where you are, danger never rests. 

 “Its certainly ...larger then anything I seen.” 

the city. 

 “Its a bit overwhelming.”

Count on Totoko to arrive in Koi just as a massive fishy area opened up; despite her golden darling persona, the woman was not without eccentricities of her own after all. 

“Not bad, not bad... Imagine the magnificent concerts that could take place down here... Adoring crowds shrieking my name as the sturgeon fish  feast...” she hums, small steps as she wanders around, her eyes scanning the landscape as she does.

(How disappointed she would be, later, when she learns that Theorillia is not a permanent fixture.)

Totoko stops in place, the scene described bringing a small smile to her face. There’s no one around that she sees, there’s no need for her to keep up manners and niceties and so the woman allows herself a moment as she conjures up the event in her mind.

Standing on stage, wet clothes clinging tightly to her skin, thousands of eyes on no-one but herself as she sings and dances. The adoring masses waving glow-sticks to the beat. One cute smile, and everyone goes breathless...

Except for the six virgins, front row, trying to climb up on her stage. 

Totoko wrinkles her nose up, imaginary vision interrupted by the imaginary familiar demons who have plagued her since childhood. 

That’s right. No matter where she is, if they’re in Koi as well, then they’re sure to follow her. To avoid any nasty surprises... The women sighs, manicured nail pressing against her cheek and opening her eyes—

Another woman stands by, having approached whilst Totoko was daydreaming. Totoko’s mildly surprised, but her face doesn’t show it, a perfectly practiced smile on her face as she greets the other; it was perfect timing.

“Good evening. It’s an enchanting atmosphere, isn’t it...?”