(Considering how awkward a lot of this place is starting to appear, there's something a little magical about large and baked cake trampolines that bring out a persons inner child. Even Haru can't help but admire the cake, scatterings of glitter twinkling in the light as the young woman passes by. It all looks very delicious and Haru takes a moment to watch others as they jump up and down on a nearby cheesecake, having the best of times from what she can see. She would think about joining them but her attire won't allow for it, her wedding dress accented now with an oversized sweater.
Wait, nipples?
Haru opens her mouth to respond as she thinks about it, pausing before covering it with a small laugh.)
I must say that's a difficult question. Perhaps all three?
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Wait, nipples?
Haru opens her mouth to respond as she thinks about it, pausing before covering it with a small laugh.)
I must say that's a difficult question. Perhaps all three?