text.

[faking]

If ANYONE is going to complain then i absolutely get to too.

complain!
complain!
complain!

I don't feel any better. do you?


(and he has definitely become a she.)

Comments

[faking]

They are. Hey, Ciel?

[littlest_lord]

Yes?

[faking]

Come sit with me.

[littlest_lord]

_{[A nod and Ciel moved to sit down beside Alois on the bed.]}

[faking]

[And, natural as ever, Alois invades Ciel's personal space.]

My face may look mostly the same, but I'm noticing lots of differences everywhere else. Like my hands. Can you tell? [They're a little more slender.]

[littlest_lord]

I haven't had the chance to appreciate the differences.

[faking]

And my legs are actually nicer now. Can you believe it? My God. [As she FLINGS ONE UP ONTO THE BED

C'mon, gotta have some fun with this.]

[littlest_lord]

They're very lovely, yes.

[faking]

You're doing it again! [And it makes Alois giggle for what feels like the first time in a while.] Sorry, I can't help it. You react very well.

[littlest_lord]

How else am I to react if you wave a leg of all things in my face?

[faking]

Better a leg than...

[littlest_lord]

That's enough.

[faking]

Hmm.

I used to think, 'I'd be a princess, if I was a girl...!' [She takes Ciel's hand.] But I'm sitting in a bathrobe with my hair in a sloppy tail.

[littlest_lord]

I'll buy you a dress? _{[It's the least he can offer.]}

[faking]

Really? Will you pick it out, even?

[littlest_lord]

If it'd make you happy.

[faking]

Don't be tasteless about it, though. Pick something that makes you think of me.

[littlest_lord]

I won't be tasteless.

[faking]

I think you and I have different definitions of tasteless. You know that when I say that, I mean have taste, right? [Concern...]

[littlest_lord]

...Yes, I know.

[faking]

And you're going to stop acting like you're frightened of me, right? I know I grew a chest, but they aren't going to eat you. I think they make me especially huggable, in fact.

[littlest_lord]

I can't help it...you're much too lovely.

[faking]

You're being sweet. Is that really what it is?

[littlest_lord]

Would I be red if it wasn't?

[faking]

It could be a... distressed sort of red. Oh, Ciel. You're stricken by lust, for true? [An earnest lean.]