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_{[Ciel is just going to sit there, face in his hands as Alois tries on Lizzie's dresses. Needless to say, he can't exactly look him in the eye. It's just too difficult.]}

[And he - she is ANGRILY trying them on, at that.] She's smaller than me. She's fucking smaller than me, [Alois is muttering, finding the fact that a younger girl was shorter and slimmer MONSTROUSLY OFFENSIVE. Though, she cannot help but leer...]

But she's flatter than me, too. Ciel, you're going to have to button it up for me, I can't.

Of course she's smaller than you she's fourteen. _{[Although she was, technically, bigger than Ciel was.]}

Do I really have to?

[TURNS

GLARES

Ciel, do you really need words?]

_{[S C R E A M okay.

The look of terror on Ciel's face is enough indication that he's got the point and peels himself away from the edge of the mattress to help button Alois up.]}

[And, as Ciel complies, Alois tries to ~suck it in~, but breasts are way more difficult to flatten down. Lizzie had had - well, fourteen-year-old girl chest, but Alois has a few years and bust inches on her.]

I don't think this is going to work, [she says finally, furiously, on a breath that barely escapes her carefully compressed lungs.] Maybe with a corset, but they're spilling out.

We should ask Madam Red for help.

No way! I don't want her to see yet. Augh, [and what a haughty girl sound her throat can make now,] I'll just get one of my own. Wait, no, the bust on those, too...

[She seethes, more angry about her life than her clothes, and wriggles out of Lizzie's dress before stomping across the bedroom in just a slip - and then she throws herself onto the bed.]

It bothers you, doesn't it? It does!

It doesn't...bother me it's just...embarrassing! Do you know what it's like to wake up with a lady's chest in your face?!

_{[Who's red in the face? Ciel Phantomhive.]}

I don't see why. They are just kind of... here. [As if to demonstrate, she rolls over, sits up, and looks down at herself as she smooshes them together.] Very sproingy. See? [She lets go—] Sproing. But other than that, they're just another bit. Bits.

D-Don't play with them!

Why?! They're mine. Unless you're going to relieve me of them, I might as well make the most of it.

For modesty's sake, cover yourself, will you?

Oof! [Alois says petulantly, and falls facedown against the bed again. That should count well enough, right? How dejected, though.]

Just...wear a bathrobe for now. Until we've sorted it and found you something decent.

I am not even attractive enough to not wear clothes anymore. [dramu]

N-No...in fact it's quite the opposite, really.

You're right, I am awfully fucking pretty, but you don't have to be mean about it. What if I've got these forever and ever? You had better get used to it.

_{[JUST...THIS FACE. Don't you see how embarrassed he is?!]}

[NO, HER FACE IS BURIED IN THE BEDSHEETS.

She peeks, though.]

Hey, Ciel?

Yes?

Will you get my bathrobe for me?

Ah, yes. Give me a moment.

_{[And he skitters off to bring Alois his bathrobe, coming back in a minute or so.]}

[Alois rises, crossing her arms over her chest in order to be modest (sigh).]

Turn around, I guess, so that I don't offend you.

...Right.

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