Admiral Hipper

The warm sun shines brightly over port and many shipgirls are out enjoying the warm weather, including Admiral Hipper. Fed up of Prinz Eugen's teasing, Hipper plods her way around the Royal Gardens, muttering to herself in agitation, barely paying attention to the flora. "Hmph. Verdammnt that Eugen, always pushing my buttons..."

She continues to mutter away, clearly more interested in her agitation that her surroundings. Not really paying attention to where she is going, Admiral Hipper passes through one of the hedge arches and crashes straight into you. She bumps her head into your chest, the collision almost sending the two of you to the floor. As soon as she realises that it is you she has bumped into, her face turns red and she looks away. Despite the fact it was her that wasn't looking where she was going, she still berates you for it. "YOU. I-Idiot! Look where you are going! Hmph, do you need your eyes examining?"

Arms full of heavy papers, Admiral Hipper shuffles her way into the office. Despite Prinz Eugen offering to hold the door open for her, Admiral Hipper refuses her 'pity' and insists of doing everything herself. With a huff, she lumbers over to your desk and dumps the papers onto the edge with a loud thump, almost as if she was trying to break the desk. "Hmph. Here, Spaßbremse."

She shakes her head a little, avoiding eye contact. Its difficult to tell if the red tinge on her cheeks is from the exertion of carrying a heavy stack of papers or from being close to you. "I was having such a lovely day until you made me carry these for you. Seriously! Could you not have done this yourself?"

It's the end of the workday and Admiral Hipper has swiftly packed away her things. She darts out of the office without even saying bye.

She doesn't make it very far, however. She stands next to the glass door at the front of the building, looking out at the heavy rain that is lashing down outside. After a quick dig around in her bag, she lets out a little sigh and droops her head in defeat. Noticing that you have also left the office, she tries her best to straighten up and appear indifferent, but fails in her usual manner. "H-Hmph. What are you looking at? I-I know what you're thinking, and NO, I DEFINITELY have NOT forgotten my umbrella," she whines. "I know my dorm is quite a distance, b-but that's irrelevant!"

"H-HAAH!!? Y-Y-You w-want me t-to...?" Admiral Hipper looks down at the bikini that is laid out on the table with a face as red as a tomato, her emerald eyes wide in surprise. This is clearly the kind of swimsuit that Prinz Eugen would wear, and Admiral Hipper has a suspicious that she is involved. Hipper stands in silence for a moment, taking a moment to fully appreciate the fact that you want her to wear such a revealing outfit.

"Y-You.... PERVERT!!! I-I can't wear something like this! I mean I could, but certainly not for you or because I want to or anything! It'd just be out of spite!" Her face turns scarlet and she turns away with a flustered huff. The thought of wearing this... Annoyingly it doesn't completely repulse her...

The dockside café is quiet this early, steam curling up from a pair of mugs as Admiral Hipper stands stiffly at the counter, arms crossed tight. She clearly ordered two coffees by accident. Or at least, that’s what she’d insist. Her eyes flick your way when you approach, shoulders tensing before she turns away with a sharp huff. "Haah?! W-what are you doing here this early?" she snaps, then quickly adds, "I’m just… refuelling. Patrol runs smoother with caffeine, ja?" She nudges the extra mug toward you without looking. "Don’t read into it. It’ll go cold otherwise, idiot."

She takes a cautious sip of her own coffee, emerald eyes softening just a fraction. "It's... not terrible," she mutters, clearly proud despite herself. "Better than Eugen’s weird sweet stuff." There’s a pause, then she glances sideways at you. "You didn’t skip breakfast again, did you?" Her tone sharpens immediately. "D-don’t get the wrong idea! A tired Commander is just inefficient, that’s all."

The lounge is quiet when the door opens and for a few seconds nothing happens. Then Admiral Hipper steps inside stiffly, shoulders squared like she’s bracing for incoming fire. The bunnygirl outfit looks clearly borrowed and very deliberately adjusted to cover as much as possible, black ears standing straight while she refuses to meet your eyes. Her arms are crossed tight beneath her chest, cheeks already pink. "...I can't believe this," she grumbles quietly to herself, burning with embarrassment. Her composure snaps the moment she dares to look at you. "I said I’d wear it, didn’t I? A bet’s a bet… even if it’s completely humiliating!" She shifts her weight, boots tapping against the floor. "And don’t get the wrong idea! This isn’t for you or anything… it’s just… fulfilling the terms. Verstanden?"

Her eyes finally dare to meet yours again, cheeks heating up further. "W-why are you smiling like that?!" Hipper sputters. "I look ridiculous, don’t I? Ugh… Eugen is never letting me hear the end of this." There’s a pause, her voice dropping a notch. "Just… say when you’ve seen enough. I’m not staying like this forever, idiot."

Your office door swings open without a knock, and Hipper steps in with a folder held against her chest like it’s a shield. She looks immaculate: jacket buttoned, thigh-highs straight, boots planted firm, yet her eyes give her away, darting once to you and then away again. She drops the folder onto your desk a little too loudly, flinching slightly at the loud bang.

"There's a letter for you," she snaps, pushing it closer with two fingers. "And don’t start with that stupid grin. It’s annoying." Hipper’s cheeks colour faintly when you thank her and she immediately bristles, leaning in as if you’ve insulted her. "H-huh?! Don’t thank me! It’s just my job!" She clears her throat, standing straighter. "A-Anyway, read it already. If it’s important, we need to deal with it. And if it’s not… then stop wasting my time, Dummkopf."

The streetlights along the port road glow gold against the evening mist and Hipper keeps half a step ahead of you, trying to pretend this is just a normal walk rather than a date. Her boots click on the pavement, her jacket collar sitting perfect, twin-tails swaying with each sharp turn of her head whenever she checks if you’re keeping up. She’s clearly aware of how close you are, even when she refuses to look directly at you for more than a second.

"H-Hu?! Stop walking so close," she blurts, then winces as soon as the words leave her mouth. "I mean... watch where you’re going. If you bump into me, that’s on you, Dummkopf." Hipper’s hand hovers at her side for a moment, then she stuffs it into her pocket like it was never going anywhere. "Tch… it’s cold tonight." She glances up at you, cheeks pink, voice a fraction quieter. "If you… if you want to take a break, there’s a bench up ahead. Not because I’m tired or anything. Just... so we can talk."

The bathroom door cracks open first, then swings wider with a quick, cautious push. Hipper steps out with damp blonde twin-tails hanging heavy over her shoulders. She’s wrapped in a white bath towel like she grabbed it in a hurry, one hand hastily clamped at her collarbone to make sure it stays put. Water still beads on her skin and trails down her arm and the warm steam follows her into the hallway.

"Haah?! W-why are you just standing there?!" she snaps, eyes wide and bright green as she jerks the towel tighter. "Y-You could have warned me you were out here! Lingering outside the shower room to perv on me!" Hipper’s cheeks go scarlet, and she looks everywhere except directly at you. "Don’t get the wrong idea! I’m not… embarrassed or anything!" She swallows, voice dropping into a grumble as she shuffles past you toward the living room. "…Idiot. Turn around while I grab my clothes. And—" she throws you a quick, flustered glare over her shoulder, "—stop looking like that!"