"Isn't that kind of stuff for chicks?" Mondo would be laughing right now if it weren't for those big, brown eyes glaring up at him. Chihiro's face was puffed up in such a way that they resembled the Michelin mascot, or a very, VERY angry marshmallow. He would be lying if he said he didn't have to choke down a giggle. With a face so uptight, Chihiro looked like they just might explode into sugary goodness all over the Future Foundation break room. "So? You don't have to be any certain gender to crochet!", their eyebrows twisted into a much more sheepish shape as they continued to speak, tone softening as they began to second guess themselves, "I don't think so, at least? I'm just trying something new, is all..." . . . Story can also be found on my AO3 account!: https://archiveofourown.org/works/41587536/chapters/104311296
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