[Yasu regains the brightness she displayed before Norwell so cruelly shattered it, nodding eagerly and reaching out for the compact. She doesn't miss a beat to pause and examine it or figure out how to indulge the fantasy; it's like Yasu, like Adorabat, fully believes that the compact has makeup inside as she delicately "applies" it to the rabbit.
She is also a deft hand at applying physical makeup, too, judging by the expertise of her motions.]
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She is also a deft hand at applying physical makeup, too, judging by the expertise of her motions.]
...there. How do you like it, Mister Norwell?