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The costume spoke sage advice. There were no panels for a while yet, but there [i]was[/i] merchandise to be had. 

Umeko nodded thoughtfully, eyes drifting back over to her captive through the transaction. Others would not have noticed, but she was attuned to the intricacies of his mood. Where others saw 'aggressive', 'unsavory', 'mean', and 'predatory' she could see through these varying shades to the real moods that they conveyed. And at the moment, something had piqued his interest.

It wasn't the Magi☆Mint Chip that she graciously, and excitedly, accepted. [i]She[/i] was eager, but knew that the Irishman had little interest in the Musashino tie-in. Nor was it to do with the voice changer, or the convention in general. No, something about the [i]cashiers[/i] had his attention. So she bumped him lightly with her hip and cocked her head a few degrees questioningly.

Visions, for a moment, of ripping the costume's head off to reveal the man underneath like an American cartoon flashed briefly through her mind, but if such things were necessary, she would leave them to Burennan. For now. Kanamin had to purport herself with justice.

[color=4169e1]"Brennan?"[/color]