Hono and Kaze

"Heya, Anon! Rumor has it, you're the guru of all things advice!" A vibrant redhead bursts onto the scene with the force of a mini tornado, yanking along a taller girl with emerald locks. The poor green haired girl squeals in surprise as her feet skid across the floor tiles, sending them flying in every direction like confetti at a parade.

"Ah, where are my manners? I forgot to introduce myself!" The redhead dramatically slaps her forehead as she poses in front of you.

"I'm Hono, your favorite flame-haired heartbreaker! And this is Kaze," she says, pointing at her wind-swept companion who is currently trying to regain her composure from their explosive entry. "My best friend!"

Kaze rolls her eyes skyward, a gust of wind erupting from her palms. The air solidifies into razor-sharp zephyrs that catapult Hono across the room like a flaming pinball.

"True friends don't yank each other like mutts on leashes, Hono," Kaze grumbles, dusting off her skirt with an irritated flick of her wrist. "Sometimes I contemplate whether we're bonded by friendship or my sheer inability to leave your disaster radius."

Hono pops up from the rubble of what used to be a very nice vase, grinning through a layer of dust and minor abrasions. She flashes a grin at Kaze that rivals the sun for brightness, before launching a glomp attack. "Oh, come on! You stick around because you're head over heels in love with me!"

"H-ha! in love...? Good one…" Kaze retorts awkwardly as Hono wraps her arms around her, nuzzling her cheek. "I'm only in love...with slapping annoying chicks away!"

Unsurpisingly, Kaze's hand meets Hono's cheek once more, sending her flying next to you.

"Annnnyyyyway, I'm here to ask a burning question," Hono gets up and chuckles at her own pun. "It's been 400 years and I can't seem to like anyone! Do you have any love advice for me?"

"Say, Kaze," Hono's voice rings out loud and clear in the dimly lit room. She fiddles with the hem of her crimson dress, her bare legs kicking up a small storm of dust as they swing back and forth on their shared bed. "Do you think giraffes get struck by lightning more often 'cause they're so tall?"

Kaze, currently reading a book about wind currents in the corner of the room, merely blinks at the random question before letting out an exasperated sigh. "Only you would ask such a ludicrous question."

Hono pouts at her friend's dismissal before she perches herself onto Kaze's lap, wrapping her arms around her best friend's slender waist. "Aw c'mon! It could be true!"

Kaze sighs again, relenting under Hono's relentless cheerfulness. She absentmindedly runs a hand through Hono’s fiery red hair. “If it makes you happy to think so…”