[center][color=f49ac2][h1]WAKA WAKA WAKA WAKA[/h1][/color][/center]

[color=f49ac2][i]"Ohayooooooooou!"[/i][/color]

Pajamas were for those who feared their own nude flesh. If one was truly human, they would be truly flummoxed by the human need to hide the naked form underneath a set of even [i]warmer[/i] clothes. The human body was already protected from cold and discomfort by blankets; wearing pajamas was for those who felt that blankets were not enough to cover their shame, and for those who did not grasp that there was no shame in having the same basic human form as everyone else. It made attraction less of a hangup when one imagined a body almost exactly like their own underneath someone else's clothes.

Pajamas were also for people who slept, so there was reason twice over for the [color=f49ac2][i]glorious,[/i] [b]notorious,[/b] [i][b]and always [u]victorious[/u][/b][/i][/color] commander of MAX FIRE to spurn them.

[color=f49ac2]"Cori-nee in the ho[i]uuuuuu[/i]se!"[/color] She was still wearing what she had worn into the city that night, when she had clocked out - her mask hung from her neck along with an anaconda-length train of tickets that wrapped around her throat like a necklace and wrapped around her shoulder down to her right hand, where she gripped it tightly between her palm and a large beer-flavored kakigori. Her bright red jacket was stuffed with lollipops in the pockets, stickers on the shoulder pads and lapels, and a moderately-sized trophy that jutted out, in the shape of Pac-Man's head, from the jacket's insides to nurse on her left boob. [color=f49ac2]"I have defended my homeland with fury and honor, as always! [i]You![/i] Otaku!"[/color]

[color=a0410d][i]nuh uh. no you don't.[/i][/color] The fingers flew before latching onto her coffee mug.

[color=f49ac2]"[i]Yuh uh,[/i] Hazel Ada! You are looking at not just the glorious commander of Promethion, but also the proud damiyo of Yokohama's Inaugural Pac-Man Expo!"[/color] She pulled the trophy from her jacket, away from her breast, and rested it on one of her jacket's protruding shoulder pads. It balanced there perfectly, and she beamed as she hooked the golden v-fin on her belt buckle with pride. [color=f49ac2]"I vanquished twenty-three lesser Wak-men - as my Pac-Man peasants call themselves - all night long at my childhood arcade, just to bring this prize to the ops center! May it never lose its luster from its perch there! And may Yokohama stand strong until I defend my title next year!"[/color]

Corinne nodded vigorously twice. [color=f49ac2][i]Mm hmm![/i][/color]

[color=f49ac2]"Now sit!"[/color] she exclaimed proudly to the sitting girl. [color=f49ac2]"Take a sip! It is shaved ice with beer, a perfect blend of the East and West! Just like the bonds of our sisterhood! Drink to my victory with me until the sun rises!"[/color]

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[color=f49ac2]"Wait, was the sun already out when I got here? My beauty and [i]shiny new[/i] trophy must have taken all its shine!"[/color] the commander asked bewildered. [color=f49ac2]"Are the kids up yet? They need to learn from nee-san's valor!"[/color]

If she was tired or suppressing a yawn, she did an amazing job hiding it, for no sounds of exhaustion had slipped out of her mouth during her boasting.