Chapter 73
Chapter 73
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Translator: MadScientist
Chapter: 73
Chapter Title: Isabelle and the White Rabbit. And a Photo
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"Isabelle, I'm in the middle of a livestream right now."
"Oh? So Ga-eul, you're a streamer."
"Yeah, pretty much. It's my job."
Isabelle glanced at the phone stand I pointed to with my finger, then stepped up to the desk.
"Hey, Korean friends!"
💬 Live Chat — Anon Oh shit lol is this for real?? — Anon You like doenjang jjigae? — Anon Wh↗o↘ i↗s↘ th↗a↘t↗? Just Isabelle standing in front of the phone was enough to make the chat explode like a tidal wave.
"Ahaha. Ga-eul! The chat's going way too fast!"
"It's all in Korean anyway, so you can't read it."
"True that."
She burst out laughing for a good while as she read the English chats the viewers were spamming. She looked like she'd taken something, or maybe just one screw loose.
"Anyway, Ga-eul. Let's talk about something productive."
"Like what?"
"There's a spring runway show at Tran."
"Pass."
My immediate refusal made Isabelle's emerald eyes go wide.
"...Why?"
"Why what? I'm just not doing it. I heard even pro walking models practice like hell for it, right?"
"That's true, but... it's Tran? Ga-eul, you don't know Tran?"
"I've heard of it. Super expensive stuff."
"Y-You've h-heard of it? Oh... my god, Ga-eul."
Isabelle looked like she'd lost her country.
— Anon Lmao streamer bitch got wrecked lololol — Anon Lmaoooooo — Anon Why's everyone laughing, lemme laugh too — Anon Isabelle brings up biz talk and streamer bitch shuts it down in 1 sec lol "Ga-eul, is it the pay? I'll give you top industry rate—no, way more."
"Nope. Not interested."
"Ga-eul, every celeb lines up to wear my clothes."
— Anon Is that really how Isabelle gets treated? lololol "Stop wasting energy on weird stuff and say hi to my little cutie here."
Isabelle, who had been staring blankly, finally noticed Snowy perched on my shoulder and locked eyes with her.
"Oh my god, a baby bunny! It's so tiny!"
"She's my partner."
As always, Snowy wiggled her front paws in greeting.
"Hello? Little friend."
She fidgeted, wanting to get closer but worried she might hurt the tiny Snowy.
"Isabelle, cup your hands."
"Huh? Like this?"
I gently placed Snowy in Isabelle's outstretched palms, and her eyes sparkled.
"Eeee... so cute. Ga-eul! Her paws are warm!!"
The big shot owner of Tran was completely at a loss over one tiny rabbit. It was hilarious.
Not the strict designer image I'd vaguely pictured. She seemed more pure-hearted than expected.
"Snowy's a bit on the warm side."
"Yeah, so soft. So warm. Snowy? What does it mean?"
"Just like a fluffy white snowflake."
"A warm snowflake."
— Anon Why am I upvoted for Snowy!!! — Anon Isabelle looks so damn happy lol "Ga-eul, mind if I take a photo?"
"Go ahead. Want me to take it for you?"
Isabelle shook her head after a moment's thought.
"Let's take one together."
"With me too?"
Maybe because of Snowy in her palm, she kept her arm stiff and just nodded.
"Sure."
At her request to use her phone, I pulled Isabelle's phone from her pocket.
"How should I shoot it?"
She stretched her arm out like a selfie, but then her eyes landed on my phone stand.
"Guys, look up at the ceiling for a sec."
— Anon ????? — Anon How much is that thing? — Anon Wtf why show us your fancy chandelier — Anon STREAMER BITCH!!! I yanked my phone out of the stand mid-stream, slotted in Isabelle's phone, and set the timer.
"Isabelle, set to 15 seconds."
"Cool, let's do this."
It was just one photo, but she was hyped up like it was a big deal.
—Click!
The shutter sound played from the phone. I checked it, and... it was a total trash shot.
"...Isabelle. You holding a treasure or something?"
In the photo, Isabelle was beaming like an idiot, cradling Snowy in her palms like it was priceless treasure.
"What can I do? Snowy's just a baby."
"Snowy could leap a hundred times nimbly than you."
I pointed at Isabelle's shoulder while looking at Snowy.
"Eek!"
Snowy hopped right onto Isabelle's shoulder at my gesture, making her shriek.
"She's on my shoulder now?"
Isabelle was frozen stiff, eyes darting, while Snowy was already perched up there, striking a pose with her paws on Isabelle's neck.
"Snowy's not falling off, so relax and take the photo."
"F-For real?"
A tiny thing like Snowy jumping like that... yeah, her reaction made sense.
"Yeah, for real."
"Phew—."
— Anon Streamer??? — Anon You didn't forget us, right? I set up Isabelle's phone and came back. She still looked stiff, but better than before.
"Alright, Isabelle. Cheese~"
"Cheese~"
—Click!
I checked the phone. This one came out pretty good.
"How's it look?"
"Amazing! Let's take a few more."
She nodded eagerly, clearly loving it.
—Click! Click! Click!
"This time, arms linked, looking cool."
I wondered how many shots we'd need before wrapping up, but eventually, the photo session ended.
Isabelle was sweating bullets from how into it she got. Midway, she got hyped and demanded all sorts of poses.
"Satisfied now?"
— Anon Streamer?? — Anon Chandelier bitch is gorgeous af "Hah! Totally! How does Snowy nail these poses?"
In the photo Isabelle showed me, Snowy was leaning back against Isabelle's head like a detective under a streetlamp.
"Told you not to worry. Snowy could do a tumbling pass right now and not fall."
"What a magical little friend. Hey, Ga-eul, can I post a photo?"
"Post? Where?"
— Anon STREAMER!!!!!! "Where else? SNS, obviously. You don't do it?"
"Nah, I don't. Go wild."
She stared at me like it was weird that I didn't do SNS.
— Anon People here!!! While Isabelle fiddled with her phone, I slotted my phone back into the stand.
— Anon CHAAAAAAAAAAAANDELIER BIIIIIIITCH!!!!!!!!!! — Anon How much is that? How much? How much? The viewers were in full meltdown mode now that the phone was back.
"What's wrong with these idiots? You all eat drugs as a group or what?"
— Anon Ooooh!! Streamer bitch!!! Don't ditch usㅠㅠㅠㅠ — Anon What the fuuuuuuck!!!!!! She's back fuuuuuuck!! — Anon Loyal viewers ^^^^77 "My babies must be having another freakout episode. Cooldowns up?"
— Anon Don't need chandelier bitch, you're all we need — Anon Don't ignore us don't ignore us don't ignore us Even as I soothed the spazzing viewers, Isabelle was showing photos to Snowy on her shoulder and picking her faves.
"Snowy, how's this one?"
Snowy poked at one with her paw when Isabelle asked.
"This one's good? Oh god, my heart."
She must've peeked at my phone earlier and picked up some weird phrase.
"These guys are like poison dumped in a river."
— Anon Lol yeah we're kinda like that — Anon Shyyyㅎㅎㅎ "Shy my ass, you wanna die? Where you at? I'll come find you."
— Anon Buyeo east side — Anon Hennessy As I bantered wildly with the viewers, Isabelle came over.
"Ga-eul, whatcha doing?"
"Just messing with the viewers. You pick your photo?"
"Yeah."
She showed me her phone. It was the first one I'd taken for her—the goofy one where she held Snowy in both hands and just grinned at the camera.
"Why this one? There were tons of good shots."
"I like this. My little friend does too."
"...Well, if you like it, Isabelle. Oh, wait—I'm in pajamas in this."
In the photo, there I was next to Isabelle, wearing the Rocati loungewear from the Viper squad.
"I thought you were military seeing this."
"Just visited base once, got it as a gift."
"Cool Rocati. Simple and comfy."
"Yeah? Feels good."
We chatted about random stuff, and time flew by.
"Isabelle, I should get ready soon. I'll prep for going out, so hang with Snowy."
"Hold up, I brought tons of clothes. Let me coordinate you."
She meant the bags Grandpa Camar hauled in earlier.
"Uh, th-that's sweet, but I'll wear what I brought."
"What? Why!"
She bounced like I'd said something outrageous.
Images of runway models in avant-garde outfits flashed in my mind.
My sense of style couldn't handle it. No way.
"My fashion sense is trash, so wearing pro designer stuff feels like pressure, plus it's expensive and... uh..."
I rambled to soften the "don't wanna wear it," but Isabelle shot me a cold stare.
"Ga-eul, I get what you're worried about, and I understand, but it's not like that."
"Not like those dresses with a vase jammed on the torso?"
"No."
"Or skirts tiered like a three-layer wedding cake?"
"No."
"What about see-through vinyl outfits?"
"...Ga-eul. I'm Isabelle, owner of Tran. Trust me."
"Okay."
Her eyes burned with intensity—no compromise on fashion. The moment I saw that fierce gaze, T-Panty popped into my head.