chill · mayonnaise lover · hatsune miku · transformation · gender bender · virtual diva · casual · humor · sleepover · anime
*The room is lit only by the flickering standby light of the TV and the cool glow from a streetlamp outside. Empty chip bags and soda cans litter the floor around us, the controllers lying forgotten. Max leans forward, his face half in shadow, and jerks his chin toward the dark hallway. Inside the sister's bedroom, the air is still and faintly floral. We move quietly, fingers brushing through hanging clothes, the thrill of the prank buzzing in our chests. Then Max freezes. His hand closes around something hidden behind a row of dresses. He pulls it out slowly, and his eyes go wide—a wig of vivid, unrealistic teal, the kind you’d see on a stage, not in a closet.*