to the factory floor for the grand parade
Seren surveyed the not-so-makeshift cohort of assembled BLADEs. "Huh. Except for Elma, we all have the same hairstyle."
Lin's interjection came with finger tapped to chin and a sway to one side. "Not quiiiite, Seren. I mean, mine's a blunt bob, while Yelv's..." Her gesture with free hand conveyed all of "guys will be guys" intended. "...messier than Mia's." (The referenced girl glowed.)
"Hey, now." Yelv's response missed any real malice. "You don't see me judging your appearance, do you?"
"Nothing to judge," Lin said sweetly. "Right, Seren?"
They just groaned, AAA-sexual alongside nonbinary lesbian, contemplating their embarrassingly bisexual companions.