"Damn…" I can't help but exclaim. The contrast her bright blonde hair creates when being next to my pitch-black one is truly spectacular. She might have some real fashion sense because it's absolutely amazing on her. It looks modern and trendy, something I can imagine being shown around in 21st century Earth, though, probably not with one's real discarded hair.
"Blossom… You are one dedicated woman." Ayame couldn't help but voice her thoughts. Indeed, she was also in the room, working on her own weapon's care.
"Of course she is! She loves Master!"
"Come, I wanna touch it." I instructed, and she obediently plopped back into my lap, though this time her back was towards me and she purposefully kept her body a short distance away so that I could touch her hair comfortably.
