[ Oh, it's just Reiju. There's a palpable relief that runs through their connection, though she wishes it hadn't — Hella can be a bit bashful when it comes to showing genuine affection for others that aren't Ninety-Nine. Her lips purse, and she turns away back to the barrel, digging through it and tossing a few unstuffed animals over her shoulder and to the floor. ]

They're all pretty much the same once they're stuffed, right? As a pillow...

[ that's what she assumes someone practical like Reiju might see as these animals' use. ]

I guess if I had to choose, you should have something pink.