[Ichijou is looking more like a misplaced wedding attendee than an average reveller. This year his outfit is just as - if not more feminine: a well-tailored strapless deep-purple dress which ruffles from the waist down and has a bright red bow at the hip, (noisy) high-heeled shoes, white nail polish, a sparkling golden bracelet, and hair pulled up into an elegant but simple French twist.
Despite all that formality, he's still meandering about admiring the fireworks while contentedly lapping at some obscenely sweet frozen dessert. Of course with all the looking up, it's kind of hard to miss Hawk hiding out up there. His voice is cheerful and sing-songish:]
Haaaaawk, you do know that the festival's down here, right?
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Despite all that formality, he's still meandering about admiring the fireworks while contentedly lapping at some obscenely sweet frozen dessert. Of course with all the looking up, it's kind of hard to miss Hawk hiding out up there. His voice is cheerful and sing-songish:]
Haaaaawk, you do know that the festival's down here, right?