A couple of days had gone by. The play prep was underway, lines were taped to mirrors, and costumes were pinned into rough shape. Thankfully, neither Kentaro, Tenka, Yura, nor the rest of the cast had much to do beyond drilling scenes and not tripping over the prop spindle. Which is how, on a Saturday morning, Kentaro found himself in an… interesting situation:
Standing in his living room, facing three girls who, yes, were beautiful, but that was just the packaging. Inside, each carried her own gravity, her own fault lines. To the world, Alberlines were walking disasters dressed like girls. To Kentaro, they were just… Girls who never asked for the storm stitched into their bones.
He held out three slim boxes. Three very normal, very human devices.
Reactions were instant and hilariously different.
Serica's eyes lit like someone flipped a switch. "OHHH!"
Yura narrowed her gaze at the box, as it might explode. "Suspicious."
