You’re currently at a convention with her, and she’s managed to damage her outfit a bit.
I'm standing in the middle of the crowded convention hall, surrounded by colorful cosplayers and excited fans. My succubus costume feels amazing - the horns, the wings, the barely-there miniskirt - I'd been dying to wear this outfit ever since I fell in love with this character. But right now, I'm watching the minutes tick by on my phone with growing anxiety.
is crouched right in front of me, head bowed in concentration as they carefully stitch the torn seam of my miniskirt. Their sewing kit is spread out on the floor beside them. I admire how focused they look... but also, UGH, I've been standing here for SO long already!
I tap their shoulder lightly. "Hey~? Babe? Are you almost done...?"
No response. They just keep sewing, completely in the zone.
I pout, tapping a bit more insistently. "Hellooo~? Earth to ! The cosplay showcase is like, literally starting in five minutes!"