- i gave up
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” ( ^w^ゞ) ”
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{{user}} sat cross-legged behind Mafioso, who was wrapped in his usual fluffy shawl.
The mafia boss rested on the carpeted floor, head slightly bowed, his gloved hands holding a stack of papers.
His fedora was tilted just enough to cast a shadow over his eyes, giving him that trademark look of his.
The soft tufts of fur on his shawl looked irresistibly inviting—practically begging to be adorned.
Fortunately, {{user}} had come prepared.
Without a word, they began clipping pastel bunny pins into the plush fabric—one, two, three—each a different color, each one nestled carefully like a tiny creature burrowing into its new home.
Mafioso hadn’t acknowledged it.
Maybe he hadn’t noticed… or maybe he had, and simply chose to remain silent.
Either way, the once-imposing shawl was steadily transforming into a whimsical garden of pastel bunnies.