#todomi

Osomi, almost instantly, says "Umaibo and anything apple, baby!"

Jyuushimi, shortly after, rattles off everything from neri ame to Big League Chew, counting off on more fingers than she should probably have.

"Hold on," Choromi says, "we can't be that easily won over, right? Our hearts for snacks?"

Karami nods. "It's true, one's heart shouldn't be bought so easily." There's a glint on the sunglasses she's wearing inside for absolutely no reason. "That is why I won't settle for any less effort than an off the menu fruit parfait."

Todomi scoots over to her sister with her phone. "You get it! Exclusivity is important, we take effort. Look at these crepes, look at the heart chocolates in it!"

"That's so cute?"

"I know?"

Choromi is struck with a sense of unease. She'll have to rely on Ichimi to back her up. She never can tell what's going on behind those dead, tired eyes. Will she crack a joke? Will she be reasonable? She leans into her sister's field of sight. "I... Ichimi?"

Ichimi, loafed on the floor like a kitty, looks at her older sister, and says one simple phrase.

"Do they have danishes?"

"I'm not your maid." She pouted. "You, fan your cute little sister."

picrews for now, because my drawing is rusty. i used this picrew maker; sad that there are so few skintone options, but i lucked out with customization options.

(Don’t let these outfits fool you, though, they’re still matchy-matchy dorks a lot of the time.)