Her gaze is scrutinising, more intense than usual, but she doesn't mean any harm by it; no, she'd gotten a new stuffed rabbit that she wanted to model after Chuuya, but she's trying to figure out how to do that without making it obvious (because, of course, she didn't want Atsushi or anyone else from the Agency to catch onto her secret friendship). "Aniki," she begins as she attempts to form a proper inquiry, "if you were a rabbit, what would you wear?"
A serious question, no doubt…And yet, Chuuya isn’t quite sure how to answer it. He looks at Kyouka, as if he’s trying to get more meaning out of the words she’s delivered to him with such care, before turning and staring at the ground, placing a gloved hand under his chin. His brow furrows, steely blue eyes narrowing.
“A rabbit, huh.” He scrutinizes in return. “I’d wear something cool. I’d be at the bottom of the food chain…Ueh, that’d be bad. I would have to wear something to make myself look intimidating to my enemies…Like a long coat, or something…A good leather belt, some suit pants, a waistcoat…” Chuuya turns back to her triumphantly. “And a hat like this one.”