Angel stepped out of her dressing room and froze for a moment.
Angela stood there, colorful and proud, like a peacock spreading its wings.
She was wearing a large, fluffy coat, light pink and overly warm for indoors, the material so soft and poofy it almost doubled her size. The coat looked like something between a winter jacket and a plush toy, the sleeves slightly too long so they covered part of her hands.
Underneath, she wore a bright yellow shirt with a cute little mascot printed in the center, surrounded by small hearts that scattered outward across the fabric. The design was cheerful to the point of being almost blinding, the yellow bright enough to clash with the pink coat without apology.
Her pants were fluffy too, like pajama pants made for cold weather. The color started as soft pink near the hips and gradually blended into a warm cream color toward the knees and down the legs, the transition smooth so the colors melted into each other instead of stopping abruptly. Across the pants were repeating patterns of hearts and dots scattered everywhere. The hearts and dots were outlined in a mix of navy blue and soft sage green, each shape traced with a very thin, faint gold line that made the patterns stand out just enough to be noticeable without overwhelming the fabric.
On her feet were slippers—soft, indoor slippers that absolutely did not match the rest of the outfit in any reasonable way.
"Angela… what is that?" Angel couldn't help but laugh.
"Hey! Not funny." Angela puckered her lips. "This was the least terrible thing I could find."
Angel's gaze dropped to her feet. "Wait—why slippers?"
"I lost one shoe. What, you want me to go with half a pair?" Angela shrugged.
"Guess that's on me," Angel said as she walked over.
She handed her a sweater. "Here. Ditch that fluffy thing. At least this makes you look… somewhat normal."
Angela blinked. "Where did you get this?"
Angel opened her mouth to answer, but Angela jumped ahead.
"Wait a minute! You actually have decent clothes in there?" She gestured at Angel's personal closet.
"Nope." Angel shook her head. "Mostly just military uniforms."
Angela pointed at the sweater in her hands. "This?"
"It was just lying there. Thought you might want it, given… you know, the colors." Angel chuckled.
Angela rolled her eyes. "Stop laughing." She started walking.
"Wait, before you ditch that sweater, I need a picture of this outfit combo," Angel said, pulling out her flash device.
"No!" Angela tried to snatch it, but Angel was faster.
"This is for memories."
"Done?" Angela asked, slightly annoyed.
Angel clicked. "Okay, there. You can wear the sweater now."
Angela shrugged the new sweater on after tossing the other one off. "Hmm. Not bad. The design's actually nice."
Angel smirked. "Better than whatever colorful mess Mother put together, at least."
"The more I looked at her choices, the worse it got." Angela shook her head.
"I've been there," Angel said with a knowing glance.
Angela's eyes narrowed. "Wait, you actually wore something like this before?"
"Let's not go that far." Angel paused, lost in a memory.
Angela noticed, so she quickly changed the subject.
"Oh yeah… there's something I wanted to tell you earlier."
"Oh? What is it?" Angel tilted her head.
"You know PewPew, right? He… woke up. Sent me a request to check my location."
Angel frowned. "Weird. Usually, he doesn't activate unless you're around him. You think something's up?"
Angela nodded. "Yeah… I think someone probably pinged him from the chat… we're not exactly 'there' in the usual sense."
"Could PewPew find this place, though?" Angel asked.
"Not unless he had been exploring, though it's unlikely. But he does have full clearance, so that should help."
"Then maybe you should go get him," Angel suggested.
"And waste the time we have left to the late game?" Angela grimaced.
"Is that so?" Angel raised an eyebrow at Angela's interesting set of priorities.
"Plus, aren't we supposed to check out the granite sarcophagus and borosilicate chest?"