AnimeCon Harem Bonus: The Cosplaying Girls (Patreon)
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Yikes, Jordyn thought to herself, idly worrying her tongue ring back and forth inside her mouth. Theres some really fierce cosplays this year.
The line of cosplayers waiting for pre-judging was already snaking back and forth through the enormous room and it was still growing, which seemed ominous to Jordyn. For many, the cosplay contest was AnimeCons main event, the crown jewel of the convention. It showcased only the best of the best in fan-made costumes, attracting cosplayers every year by both the prestige of the award titles and the generous cash prize. As such, the contest was allotted the largest panel room, a gigantic space that now featured a large stage, hundreds upon hundreds of folding chairs for seating, and a series of tables along the distant far wall where the judges and announcer sat.
Jordyn was crossplayingcosplaying a character of the opposite genderDmitri Dhampir from HellState, a well-known character from a popular series. Assuming the look of a centuries-old master vampire, she had outfitted herself in posh, even decadent, if somewhat sinister Victorian noblemans attire. The blood-red coat made her one of the more eye-catching cosplayers in the room, and the cravat she wore, the dandy hat, and the spell circles sewn on the back of her white gloves showed off both Jordyns tailoring finesse and her exemplary attention to detail.
Jordyn didnt like to go overboard like others did with the genderswap aspect of the crossplaythis wasnt the Halloween-store sexy girl version of somethingbecause, in her mind, Dmitri Dhampir was perfectly sexy just as he was. Changing the stately dress pants to a miniskirt, or the dignified maroon vest beneath her coat to a bikini top would have lost the class Dmitri exuded. She had tailored each of the traditionally male garments to her very female proportions, of course, but shed didnt feel a particular need to show off her impressive body. Thats not tasteful. Not for my Dmitri.
After carefully straightening her long black hair, the only obvious difference between her cosplay and the character was... the color of her skin. While Dmitri Dhampir had the ghoulish pale skin of a vampire nightwalker, Jordynwell, she was black. Or, at the very least, a light shade of brown she would call mocha, or even chocolate caramel, if she was feeling a particular craving. Thankfully, race had never been much of a barrier for Jordyn in the local cosplay community. Sometimes, she suspected it even lent her an exoticism that made her stand out from many of the other well-known cosplayers in the area.
Hi! What are you from? A chipper voice sounded out from beside her. Curious, Jordyn turned to meet her neighbor in line.
It was a petite girl with long, dark hair and excited, expressive features, cosplaying Blaire Bellefonte from EMRLD. The ensemble consisted of a simple sleeveless white crop top and tiny white short shorts, framed by a black coat-tailed vest which was buttoned closed beneath her bust, making it resemble a corset.
Ooooh, you look so cool! the dark-haired girl breathed appreciatively, clapping her hands. Are you Dash the Avalanche, from TriGrave? The Humanoid Sandstorm?! Did you see
Uhh, no, Im
Ah, wait. Big red coat. I get it, the girl interrupted. She was younger than Jordyn, and very shortbut with a pair of large breasts on a skinny frame that made Jordyn certain this overexcited chatterbox of a teenager found herself very popular with the opposite sex. Youre... Dorian, from Devil May Care! Right? Am I right?
Dmitri Dhampir, actually, Jordyn said in a bemused drawl, tipping her wide-brimmed hat. From HellState.
Oh my God, that was gonna be my next guess! Youre so fucking cool! the girl exclaimed, hopping in place. Her bust bounced in a way that suggested she wasnt wearing any support beneath her cosplay top. Im Melanie. But, my friends call me Mel! But really, my friends call me Neko sometimes, because Im so into anime, and Im kinda like a cat. There was this
Nice to meet you, Jordyn said quickly, smiling. Melanies a really pretty name.
What?! You think so? No way, Melanie retorted. Youre really pretty. No, wait! I didnt mean it like, in that way. Although, kinda, I did, but only if its cool. Your cosplays like, ten times better than everyone elses here, and youre gonna win this whole thing, for sure. And, youre black! Or, you know, African-American. Have you ever thought about cosplaying
Is this your first time at a convention? Jordyn probably should have felt annoyed, or at the very least exasperated by Melanies endless enthusiasm, but to her surprise, it was just the opposite. Shes so BRIGHT and... animated. Shes having so much fun, in the way I wish I still felt at conventions. Before I was worried about how cringy I was acting. Haha...
I was here last year, with my Dad, Melanie answered, exaggerating a thoughtful look, scrunching her brows. Which is weird. Because, he like, never visits me. But, I didnt even cosplay back then, so it doesnt count. Now, Im eighteen, so Im gonna go to, like, every single anime convention there is, now. All of them. Every year. Im gonna live at cosplay conventions.
Thats pretty much what I do, Jordyn nodded agreeably. I go by Synn, thats my cosplay name. This is my second year entering the AnimeCon contes
Synn? Thats so badass! Melanie gushed. Synn. I want a cool cosplay name like that. Oh, man what would I be? Reaper? Malefice?
Uh you could be Neko? Jordyn supplied helpfully.
Thats perfect, Neko! People call me that. Melanies eyes went wide, before the girl seemed to deflate with a heavy sigh. Youre gonna win, though. Like, you have to. If you dont win, Ill start a revolution, or a riot oror something, until you win.
Hell, yeah, Jordyn allowed herself a small moment and released her inner geek, drawing the pair of prop handguns hidden in her coat and pretending to shoot them in the air. Pew, pew!
Ohmigod you have guns?! Melanie gaped at her. Thats so fucking cool! Agggh! Im so freakin jealous! I dont think Im anywhere near good enough for a cosplay name, or a web page or anything. I mean, freakin look at this. The teenage girl plucked at her costume top, and a seam separated with the movement, exposing a brief triangle of pale breast.
Whoa, uhhcareful, Jordyn cautioned, quickly holstering her guns and leaning forward to smooth out the sections of fabric and cover the girl back up. On closer inspection, the Blaire cosplay looked well, not shabby, but distinctly unfinished. Did you... make this yourself?
Yeah! Well, I mean, sorta, Melanie laughed. I made it, and then my Mom fixed it. Mostly. I sat down in my car to drive here and I was likeOH, SHIT! Because some of the backs still held together with just pins, and they were all jabbing me. Wait, I didnt, like, bleed on the back or anything, did I?
The girl turned around, pulling her long black hair up out of the way, and Jordyn was horrified to discover that the back of the Blaire Bellefonte cosplay was hanging in tatters. Two last panels of fabric were barely holding the outfit onto the girls body, by a single pin. Jordyns smile froze in place, and she began screaming internally.
...Are there blood spots?
Uh, youre um. Weve got a problem, Jordyn finally managed. As delicately as she could, she pinched edges of fabric together and repositioned the pin as best as she was able. To her growing dismay, the now taut piece split another seam at the shoulder instead, and the entire garment began slipping free.
With a yelp, Jordyn dropped decorum and clamped her arms around Melanie just before the smaller teenage girl was rendered half-naked in the middle of the crowded venue. Youve GOT to be kidding me
Ohhh, fuckmuffins! Melanie giggled. Thanks. I definitely felt that. Did I lose a pin? It felt like I lost an important pin.
Okay, hah, uh, help? Help! Jordyn laughed, calling out loudly. Does anyone have any safety pins or... anything? Small wardrobe malfunction, here!
I can spare one, maybe two, a girl cosplaying a Soul Priestess from Shinobi Souls called from the behind them in line, stepping up. The girls face changed when she saw the problem, and she shrugged her long white sleeves back out of the way and rushed forward to help keep Melanie from exposing herself. One or two pins wont this isnt where the hell are all of your stitches?!
Fletcher! The girl called out after realizing their predicament. Hey! Fletcher! You still keep a travel sewing kit for event emergencies?
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Yeah, of course we HAVE it, the longtime staffer everyone referred to as Fletcher thought to himself, digging through their half-emptied box that theyd grabbed the audio-video cables and spare microphones from. Question is... are there any pins left?
The answer, unsurprisingly, was no. All but one of the needles was missing, as well, and he cursed himself for not remembering to restock the whole thing. It wasnt his job, or anyones job, really it was something theyd started keeping around just to be thoughtfulbut, still. He wasnt paid to pour in all the effort he did to make events like the cosplay contest work out, either, but he loved to do so.
Adjusting his spectacles with the press of a finger at the bridge of his nose, Fletcher grabbed the tiny sewing kit and made his way over towards the commotion. There he saw a flailing teenage girl, neatly pinned between a black girl in a Dmitri cosplay on one side, and a short-haired Soul Priestess on the other. To his surprise, he recognized both of them.
Synns Dmitri Dhampir didnt seem like much at first glance, but the longer he looked, the more regal and natural the outfit seemed on her. There was something dark and graceful in her posture and movements, a sort of presence or bearing that lent synergy to the cosplay shed chosen. Sometimes, a character seemed to be meant for someone, and after putting the outfit on, it became more than just a costume.
The Soul Priestess cosplay that Liz wore this year also wasnt as eye-catching as her usual outfits, but the craftsmanship and fine details in her robes emblem, and the accessories shed worked up out of craft clay and paint were remarkable and spoke of the girls dedication to the character. She was also one of the few well-known cosplayers who seemed to remember him every year, and she always made a point to stop and chat him. Damn, this year I really need to ask her out for coffee or something after the con.
Afternoon, Synn. Hey, Liz, He greeted the girls as he stepped over, waggling the little travel sewing kit. Whatd you guys do?
Oh, you know. The usual, Liz chuckled. Competition looked tough, so I thought Id just sabotage all the other cosplays first.
One of these years, were going to make a rule against that, Fletcher said, quirking his lip at her.
You know me? Jordyn asked, surprised.
I follow your page online, Fletcher nodded, offering Liz the sewing kit. Loved your Metrazoid outfit. Nice Dmitri, too, by the way.
Thank you, Jordyn smiled, surprised.
Its really not that bad, is it? Melanie grinned, wriggling awkwardly in the grip of the other two girls so she could meet Fletcher. I mean, worst comes to worst, I can just hold it in the back with one hand, like this, see She straightened, one arm twisted behind her... and her straining top immediately separated in the front.
Pale, beautiful breasts spilled free, pink nipples on free display. Near-perfect rounded shapes, perky, but with a certain weight to them that Fletcher admired in stunned astonishment for a full second before a startled Jordyn could jump forward to smother the girl into her red coat.
Whoopsie, Melanie yelped. Um
Whoa. Sorry, I uh, sorry, Fletcher felt his face going red as he pointedly stared off in the direction of the ceiling. Those were... deceptively large. Do you need any
Fletcher! Liz squealed, sending him an accusing glare for having simply witnessed the sight. Weve got it under control. Get outta here!
Sorry bout that, Melanie squeaked, at least having the good sense to finally seem embarrassed.
There arent even any safety pins in here, Fletcher Liz growled. Whatre we supposed to do, sew her into this while shes freakin standing here? Weve got a contest to audition for!
Uh Torn between advising the cute young newcomer hidden between the girls to realistically let go of her overly optimistic dream of competing in the contest this year, or jokingly just offering them a stapler, Fletcher was just about to speak when yet another person intervened.
Uh, do you need any help? A timid voice offered, and a girl with fluffy pink hair wearing a pink-and-red sundress tiptoed over from the front, giving up her spot in the line. I-I can sew, um, Im pretty fast.
Please, Jordyn asked, grateful for the help. Even if its just, like, a quick and ugly fix.
Okay, Im going, then, Fletcher jerked his thumb back towards the pre-judging table. If theres any problems, just holler, alright?
Alright! Liz agreed. Now get outta here, you perv! And, thanks!
Thank you for the sewing kit! Jordyn called.
Thanks, person! Melanie added, peeking over the edge of Jordyns coat to see Stephanie threading a needle.
Thank you, go away now please, Liz waved him off.
Seeing that the small incident was probably in good hands, Fletcher exhaled slowly and shook his head, striding back up the line of waiting cosplayers towards the pre-judging booth. Liz looked amazing like always, and he secretly hoped shed win something, but hed already spotted a lot of other strong contenders this year. There were countless other veterans cosplayers who regularly attended AnimeCon, some of them even famous across the entire coast.
Sara Star herself had camped out in front of the panel room at noon today to be one of the first in line this year. She was decked out in an absurdly intricate Vampire Princess Marcilla costumea flowing red and black dress, horrific and beautiful like shed stepped out of someones fantastical nightmares. There were even newcomers here that Fletcher didnt even recognize, like the phenomenal Magical Doll Himari towards the end of the line, or this hulking giant of an Ogre King here beside the Bosatsu cosplayer.
Amazing. This things huge. Wonder how he figured out how to build all of this? And, how he got in here? I bet he cant see a thing. Fletcher was just stopping to admire the detail on the sneering visage of the enormous Ogre when something about the Bosatsu standing next to the Ogre caught his eye.
Excuse me, is that a khakkhara? Fletcher asked, gesturing towards the metal staff the large man dressed as a Buddhist monk was wielding.
This is the shakuj? of I, Bosatsu of the Six Paths! the cosplayer arrogantly declared, jangling the metal rings of the staff in indignation. The monks face fell at reading the words AnimeCon Staff on Fletchers shirt, and he quickly lowered his voice to a normal speaking tone. Er, that isIve already taken it to the weapons and props check.They put the safety band down here, at the bottom.
May I? Fletcher smiled politely, opening his hands, and the cosplayer quickly passed the staff to him.
This is no prop, Fletcher discovered, hefting the thing in admiration. Six rings, representing the Six Truths of a bodhisattva. Doesnt look like a flea-market imitation, either. Wonder if he realizes this ones from India, and definitely not the kind from China or Japan?
Its very nice, Fletcher commented, handing it back to the robed Monk. The Bosatsu cosplayer was fat, wore glasses, had shaggy brown hair, and a scruffy beard that was spreading from his cheeks to his neck.
Yes, yes, thank you, the Monk hurriedly bowed in relief. Peace be with you, friend.
Try not to be too loud with it, Fletcher cautioned, and he continued on towards the judging table to watch the proceedings. Sounding staffs were originally carried to warn small animals and insects out of the monks path, so that no lifeno matter how smallwas trodden upon. The thought of a boastful, haughty cosplayer flailing one around didnt sit well with Fletcher, but he supposed that must have just been how the character acted in whatever anime the guy was from.
After all convent Sisters dont normally have gatling guns, either. Or show quite that much skin, Fletcher thought as he passed by a heavily-armed girl wearing a Nuns habit. Instead of a traditional black cassock, the rest of the outfit was rather revealing lingerie that seemed to be patterned into the shapes of overlapping crucifixes. You really never know what kind of characters will show up at AnimeCon.
At the front of the hundreds of rows of chairs set up for the audience, a single one of them was occupied, by a scowling young Chinese girl who was watching the auditions. She looked bored, annoyed, and was impatiently tapping a foot. When Fletcher had asked her earlier what she was doing there, shed insisted that she was with Foxy.
Foxy. Fletcher frowned, crossing his arms. He wasnt sure why Nick had insisted that Foxy take his place as a contest judgefairly evaluating dozens upon dozens of different costumes based on their accuracy and effort wasnt something just anyone was able to do. With different cosplays ranging from embroidered ballroom gowns to the carefully molded plastic armor of a futuristic Inferno Marine, this wasnt something as simple and straightforward as a beauty pageant or popularity contest.
After all, as one of the larger anime conventions in the country, the stakes for this contest were pretty high. AnimeCon had three prizes and seven awards to distribute among the best cosplays hereand with hundreds of entries, competition was fierce. Many of the up and coming cosplay famous competitors had spent months planning, designing and constructing costumes with the specific intent of taking a title or a ranking here. With the added legitimacy of an AnimeCon Best of Show or Judges Choice on their cosplay resumes, they were more likely to be invited as a guest at smaller conventions, where they could continue to pile up their achievements and fame, until they were considered a cosplay authority.
Which, of course, led to the darker side of cosplay, where eking out a win no matter the cost was becoming prevalent. Trying to bribe contest judges, manufacturing controversy and inciting drama, canvassing for sympathy votes, backstabbing old friends, leveraging social connections against one another, digging through old online accounts in the hope of exposing any dirt on their rivals the cosplay community was an ugly business, sometimes.
Alright, next, Foxy dismissed the girl in front of them, a girl dressed in a Japanese school blazer and wearing a multi-colored wig. Each of the judges were supposed to take notes on which outstanding costumes made an impression on them... yet Foxys legal pad still remained blank.
Next to approach the judging table was a heavyset girl wearing a modified black-and-white Chinese cheongsam, while a pair of rounded black animal ears poked out from her dirty-blonde hair. As one of the few entrants who wasnt conventionally attractive, Fletcher was very interested in whether or not Foxy would judge her fairly and remain without bias.
Okay, could we have your name, the character, and the series first, Joe, the first judge, asked. With dark hair, a neatly-trimmed goatee, and what he joking called his hipster glasses, he was an old hand at judging these contests, and longtime friend of Fletchers. The third judge was Ghost Wine, a petite young Filipino woman who, like Fletcher, was known by her internet handle rather than her given name. She was wearing her Killer Corps cosplay from Shinobi Souls, but had twisted the mask around so that it rested on the side of her head.
Umm, my names Megan Green, and, I made a Pandape gijinka, the overweight girl said, clearly nervous. Pandape, from Monster Battlers.
Ah, Pandape, Fletcher finally recognized the outfit. The more he looked at it, the more clever he thought it wasand although it might not be a flattering thing to say, shed chosen the monster that perfectly suited her body type. In addition, while the Pandape monster itself was a rather simplistically drawn thing and difficult to translate into an interesting dress, shed approximated its patterns and markings well with the qípáo-style cheongsam dress. The Chinese style of it naturally seemed to evoke the appropriate image. When the large girl slowly turned so the judges could see her whole outfit and Fletcher saw her panda eye make-up, he was convinced that no one could pull off a better Pandape. It definitely works. Sure, theres some clumsy seams, but
Sorry, next, Foxy interrupted with a bored expression.
He didnt even give Joe or Ghost a chance to say anything, Fletcher frowned. Ghost Wine had still been in the middle of jotting down her thoughts when the contestant was abruptly shooed away, and she turned to shoot another annoyed look at Foxy.
O-okay. Thank you, Megan mumbled, walking away in dejection.
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In no time at all, Jordyn, Liz, and Melanie discovered that the pink-haired newcomer was fast at sewing. Jordyn was helping cover Melanie with her elegant red coat, while Liz held the panels of the Blaire cosplay in place against Melanie, and then Stephanie was running the needle back and forth through the fabric at alarming speed.
Stephanie pushed the needle point through the fabric with one hand, then immediately pulled the needle, drew the thread, and flipped the needle point around in one quick motion with her other hand. Without pause, shed push back through and repeat the process with her opposite hand. If Jordyn hadnt been paying close attention, it would have looked like this girl was simply flossing the thread back and forth through the fabricbut, no, a line of stitches was in fact steadily creeping up the cloth on Melanies back.
...What kind of stitch are you using? Jordyn asked, shocked by the skill she was seeing. There was apparently no need to work on the garment inside-out, so that seam excess was hidden afterwardsthe two panels of fabric were simply joining together magically at the edges. As Stephanie moved upwards, the stitches pulled tight and seemed to disappear.
Looks like some kind of blind stitch, Liz observed, appearing just as surprised. Youre fast.
It is, Stephanie gave them a nervous laugh. I think? Its a kind of blind stitch. My mother called it, um, a right-handed invisible ladder stitch. B-but, Im, uh, Im not sure what you call it when Im alternating back and forth between a right and left-handed one, like this. It should hold okay, though!
Thats so neat! Do you sew cosplays for a living? Melanie was interested, trying to squirm and twist her neck to see what was going on behind her.
N-no, no, Stephanie flustered, adjusting her glasses. Nothing like that.
Stay still, Blaire, Liz admonished. This girls like a human sewing machine. You want her to accidentally sew this right into your skin?
Thatd actually be really cool, Melanie giggled. Id be like Molly, from Nightmare on Solstice. Sexy, and with just, like... stitches going everywhere through my skin.
Im going to slow down, Stephanie laughed, paling slightly.
Youre almost done, though, Jordyn pointed out, glancing up the pre-judging line ahead of them. The four girls had been slowly shuffling along together every few minutes as the line advanced. We might actually get this put back together in time. Which is crazy, right? You cant start with pieces of a costume way back in the line, and then just arrive at the front with it finished.
Hey, its not that bad, it wasnt in pieces, Melanie huffed. I resemble that remark!
You mean resent? Jordyn asked.
No, no, Liz rolled her eyes. She does resemble that remark.
O-okay, Stephanie said, tying off her thread and snipping it. That should hold this part. I think.
Weve gotta at least pin the front closed, or something, Liz pointed out. Turn around, girl. Lets see the damage.
Im Melanie. But, everyone calls me Neko, Melanie insisted, whirling around to face them. Her top was hanging open where it had split along a seam in the front, and the insides of her breasts were visible, making themselves obvious with a bounce. Hi!
Uhh, where is your bra? Liz demanded, looking at Melanie as though she was insane.
Blaire doesnt wear a bra, Melanie replied, blinking. I dont think ?
Yeah, wellthis is a convention, not some sleazy no-pantsu cafe! Liz retorted, shaking her head. Will you close up a bit? Mishin-chan here can probably fix the front in a flash.
Machine-chan? Melanie looked towards the pink-haired girl holding the sewing kit.
Uh, hi, Stephanie gave her a weak smile. Mishin, its, ah, thats Japanese for sewing machine. Im Stephanie, actually. Um, could you?
Oh! Yeah, sorry! Melanie tugged the front of her Blaire Bellefonte costume closed or, tried to. With the back of her cosplay now sewn properly, the previously loose top had become substantially more restricting. Her boobs were now squashed together, creating a deep line of cleavage still stubbornly visible in the gap. Hnnng. Okay. Sgonna be tight, but I can... suck it in.
Ugh, I hate you, Liz hissed, glaring daggers at the ditzy girls large breasts before turning to Stephanie. Dont be too careful sewing up the front. A couple pin jabs never hurt anyone. Anyways, the lines moving a lot faster, now, and I dont see anything else here I can do. Im going back to my spot.
Thanks for your help, Jordyn called, and she watched the girl dressed as a Soul Priestess wave a backward hand in acknowledgement as she walked away.
We still have that pin, if you need to just pin part of it and go, Jordyn said, plucking the pin from the brim of her hat where shed stuck it for safekeeping and glancing in the direction of the pre-judging table. Your spot in line up theres almost at the front, now.
Oh, its okay, Stephanie replied, pulling the bottom of Melanies top together and fastening it together in a flash with a bevy of quick stitches. I was just in line withwell, I dont think Im going to compete. Im mostly just here with my uh, for my friend.
Youre not going to compete? Melanie asked. But, thats so crazy! Youre Machine-chan, youre probably the best sewer in all of AnimeCon!
She means to say seamstress, Jordyn corrected, wincing. Im sure Meluh, Im sure Neko here doesnt mean to call you a sewer. Because, a sewer is an underground pipeline for sewage.
Uh, yeah! Thats what I meant, Melanie nodded emphatically. Seamsteress. Whats your cosplay, Machine-chan? Your dress is cute.
Thank you, Stephanie laughed, carefully working the needle back and forth up between the imposing shape of Melanies melons, which were straining against their sudden confinement. Imwell, I was a Flamituff, but I ended up giving part of my costume away to someone else who needed it.
Flamituff?! Melanie exclaimed, bouncing slightly. Ohmigod, I love Flamituff! Shes so fuckin cool!
Flamituff is really cool, Jordyn agreed. Wish I couldve seen it when it was complete. I was going to try to do one of those Monster Battlers dresses for next year. Gijinka, right? Im going to make an Obsydeon outfit.
Because youre black? Melanie asked, her eyes going wide and clamping a hand over her mouth.
Yes, Melanie. Because Im black, Jordyn replied, rolling her eyes. Itd save me all that white body paint trying to be a Solar Bear, you know?
Im so sorry, Melanie breathed. I justsometimes I just open my mouth, and things come out, before I can stop them! I have, like, no filter. The dark-haired girl was fidgeting now as her cosplay became more constraining. Her nipples were even partially visible, straining against the tightening fabric as though trying to bore their way through.
Obsydeon is another one of my favorites, Stephanie said with appreciation as she continued up Melanies seam like a slow-motion zipper, pulling the Blaire Bellefonte outfit together with the quick motions of either hand.
Steph? a guys voice called over. Your spot in lines up almost up.
Jordyn looked up to see a cosplayer in a Darkmask outfit approaching them, the familiar grinning skull helmet held in his gloved hands. Lovely green eyes, nice jawline. Old-fashioned side-parted brown hair. Tall, good-looking, and... familiar.
Though shed never learned his name, she was passingly acquainted with his group from several past AnimeConsthis guy, the rowdy little latina, that frigid-seeming ice queen, and a couple of other dudes. They happened to take pictures of each other every year, and she was sure theyd chatted once or twice.
Oh! Uh, Im not, I dont I dont think Im going to compete, after all, Stephanie gave him a sheepish look. Not this year. No one can even tell who I was supposed to be, anymore. B-but, if I have another minute, I can fix her costume so she can go up, at least.
...Lance, right? Jordyn smiled, ticking a gloved finger in the air towards Brian.
Yeah, hah, Brian gave her a small wave. You used to do Camus, from Metrazoid? Your Dmitri looks really great.
Thank you! Jordyn tipped her hat towards him, feeling extraordinarily pleased that hed remembered her as well.
Im gonna head back up, then, Brian told Stephanie. He spun the Darkmask helmet between his gloved fingertips and flipped it back onto his head in a single motion. Will you be alright?
Yes, Stephanie affirmed, nodding. Ill find Kelly! Well watch, and, um, take pictures when you go up. Good luck!
Who was he? Melanie whispered with a goofy grin, just moments after Brian turned to make his way back up to the front of the line. She tried to turn away from Stephanie to follow him with her eyes. Hes cute!
Hes myum. Well, he and I I have a big crush on him, Stephanie admitted, her delicate features blushing red. His names Brian.
Well, you have excellent taste. He was definitely one of my con crushes last year, Jordyn praised, watching Brian as he walked away. And... I love the way his new outfit sticks to him everywhere this year. Ah. Uh-oh, looks like he dropped something, though.
He what, Stephanie seemed to freeze.
Hope it wasnt his convention badge, Jordyn leaned out further to look past the line of people. Oh. Its some little wooden thing?
...Ive got to go, Stephanie tucked the needle into the upper hem of Melanies cosplay. S-sorry. Youre justum, its mostly done, if you just pin that through as it is, it should be fine, for now. Dont try to bend over, and youll be fine! Then the breathless pink-haired girl was gone, hurrying up the line in Brians direction.
Sure, thanks, Melanie called, experimentally tugging at the restored costume blouse and then adjusting her bust beneath it. Seriously. Thank you so much, Machine-chan!
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