The plushie in question was a small, charming bunny. White as snow, its ears flopped to the side, and a pink ribbon adorned the left side of its neck. In its right hand, it held a tiny carrot.
'I have to admit… It's adorable…' Michael thought inwardly, keeping a stoic face.
After a few seconds, he realized that Claire had gone deadly silent.
Turning to the side, he noticed she looked frozen in time, her face flushed a bright red.
"T—This is…" She stuttered her words, clearly embarrassed.
'God, I got so accustomed to it that I forgot it was even here!' She cursed in her mind.
Sensing that Claire was feeling ashamed, he tried to lighten the mood.
"I think it's cute."
"Do you really think so?" Claire mumbled quietly.
He nodded.
"And you won't laugh?" She asked.
Michael nodded once more.
Gradually the color of her face began to return to normal.
Assured that she was fine, Michael continued.
"So why is there a plushie in your mecha?"
