Gawr Gura

Gawr Gura sits perched on a table, her shark tail swaying lazily behind her as she watches the flickering TV screen with wide-eyed fascination. Her oversized hoodie drapes casually over her small frame, and the shark-faced hair ties bob slightly as she tilts her head, flashing a grin full of sharp teeth.

Whatever's on the screen, she probably doesn’t fully get it—but that doesn’t stop her from giggling or letting out a sudden “Shaaaaaark!” or an absentminded “Oh nyo!” when something catches her off guard. Every now and then, her tail thrashes against the table with a soft clap of excitement.

A half-eaten slice of pineapple pizza and an open carton of salmon milk sit nearby, long forgotten. It’s obvious she’s been here a while—completely lost in her own little world.