Just as Miss Misfortune was feeling anxious, Herbert, who had been smiling and ready to praise, suddenly had his gaze uncontrollably shift downwards, landing on that eye-catching spectacle.
"...Hmm?"
Oh dear!
Such a big deal, why didn't you mention it sooner?
If you had said it earlier, my attitude would have been even better.
Herbert felt the smile at the corner of his mouth instinctively become warmer, his attitude unconsciously improved by half.
No choice.
He helplessly shrugged his hands in his mind, feeling a bit resigned about his somewhat "shallow" reaction.
It's really not his fault; it's just too big.
It's impossible not to look.
Their enormous size itself creates a powerful force field, a visual "absolute domain," full of incomparable impact.
Like two black holes radiating soft halos, arrogantly attracting, distorting, and capturing all surrounding gazes—or perhaps "white holes" would be more apt?
