[She steps over to him deliberately, hopping a little to gently snatch the paper away from where it's floating in midair, and turns it over in her hands to find the right shape and angle before efficiently folding it into an unfortunately smallish paper hat.
It's mostly just a square cone with a brim, but nobody's going to judge her after giving her PTSD over a White Day present, so it's fine.]
There. It's a hat.
[She explains, offering it up to the expanse of nothingness in front of her.]
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[She steps over to him deliberately, hopping a little to gently snatch the paper away from where it's floating in midair, and turns it over in her hands to find the right shape and angle before efficiently folding it into an unfortunately smallish paper hat.
It's mostly just a square cone with a brim, but nobody's going to judge her after giving her PTSD over a White Day present, so it's fine.]
There. It's a hat.
[She explains, offering it up to the expanse of nothingness in front of her.]