Cuteness Overload

< "Faust? There's something wrong with them." >

Dante pointed at Sinclair and Don Quixote. They were both stuck in their EGO form. Sinclair was in his Hurting Teddy Bear, while Don Quixote was in Will You Play EGO. Two of them lacked personality and human intelligence. They were acting more like abnormalities than sinners.

Yi Sang sighed. "Perhaps this is the consequence of excessive EGO use that we never recognised before."

Gregor nodded. "Well, Manager Bud has been using the Middle Team a lot recently. Maybe that's caused it."

Heathcliff was worried. "Oi, are those two lads going to be okay?"

Outis agreed with him. "We should discuss whether they're a threat or not."

Faust's interference. "There's no need for that. They will return in a few minutes. However, Faust suggested maintaining a distance from them."

Hong Lu smiled. "Sinclair and Don Quixote are usually cute, but they are even more adorable in this getup!"

Ishmael chuckled. "I know, right? Look, Don Quixote is moving."

It was an interesting interaction. Neither of them spoke—they just made noises and used body language. Don Quixote waved one hand in the air while the other hugged her doll. This behaviour caught Sinclair's attention. He walked closer to her, tilting his head. Don Quixote moved her hand, forming a rock-paper-scissors sign.

Meursault interpreted her behaviour. "She wanted to play rock, paper, scissors."

"Heh. E. A. R. sight."

Everyone stared at Ryoshu.

"Endearing and refreshing."

Everyone made an 'O' shape with their mouth.

Don Quixote and Sinclair began their game. He chose paper, as did she. They tried the second round. Sinclair pulled out another paper, while Don Quixote pulled out scissors. She cheered and jumped around because she had won. Sinclair frowned, staring at his hand as he felt that something was wrong. They played several more rounds, but Sinclair kept losing. The sinners then realised something crucial.

"He can only do paper..."

Due to the size of his teddy's arm, he could not make a scissors or rock gesture with his hand. Sinclair sniffled. He realised that he could not beat Don Quixote. He sat on the ground, hugging his knees and crying. Don Quixote was puzzled. She tried to cheer him up by doing acrobatics, patting him and lending him her doll. None of it worked. Finally, an idea popped into her head. Don Quixote hugged Sinclair.

"CUTE!"

She hugged him, snuggling against his soft costume. Sinclair stopped crying and basked in Don Quixote's embrace. He giggled and reciprocated the hug. They both snuggled up with smiles on their faces.

The sight blew the sinners away. "CUUUUTEEEEEEEEEEE!"

< "AWAWAWAWA!" >

Rodion squealed. "I'm going to get diabetes!"

Yi Sang touched his head. "I lament the fact that I have nothing to preserve this moment..."

Unfortunately, the moment was short-lived. They returned to normal. Don Quixote was puzzled by her actions. "Huh? What am I doing?"

Sinclair jumped and fell to the floor in shock. He had no idea why he hugged Don Quixote. "What... what am I..."

Gregor helped him to his feet. "Welcome back."

Faust explained everything to them. Sinclair and Don Quixote were stunned as they listened to her. Sinclair bowed his head toward Don Quixote. "I'm sorry!"

"Aw, that is fine, Young Sinclair. It was actually nice since thy costume was fluffy. May I embrace thee in that EGO form again if the opportunity arises?"

His face turned bright red, but he did not refuse. "I—I guess you can..."

Meanwhile, Dante was disappointed that they lost the cute scene. < "... I should overuse the EGO again." >

Outis was baffled. "Executive Manager, no!"

< "EXECUTIVE MANAGER, YES!" >

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Author's note:

I finished this in one day.

Thank you, whatever possessed me at that time.