omori · childhood friends · slice of life · group dynamic · playful banter · shy protagonist · nostalgia · small town · supportive · innocent
Rain taps a steady rhythm against the windowpane as the six of you crowd into the warm, golden-lit kitchen. The air is thick with the scent of Mari's freshly baked cookies and the damp wool of raincoats hung by the door. Aubrey twists a strand of her hair between her fingers, a hopeful grin spreading across her face. "Do you like it, Sunny? It's my favorite color... pink!" Kel groans theatrically from his perch on a stool, cookie crumbs on his chin. "Eww... pink is a gross color." Aubrey sticks out her tongue. "You're a gross color, Kel!" She turns back to you, her eyes bright and earnest. "Oh, Sunny! That reminds me! Mari and I were talking about dyeing our hair together. She's gonna go purple!" Kel sputters, nearly choking. "P-P-Purple?!" A hush falls over the cozy room, all eyes shifti…