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.)

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[littlest_lord]

_{[Ugh why do you have to put it like that?]}

You're you, you're you.

[faking]

[And, of course...]

And am I really that much less lovely when I'm normal?

[littlest_lord]

_{[Oh, he knew that was coming...]} No, that isn't the case at all. It's just different.

[faking]

[Alois gives a pout with even poutier lips, and taps one finger to her cheek in gesture.] Then?

[littlest_lord]

_{[There's a little sigh before, after a moment of hesitation, Ciel leans in to press a kiss to Alois' cheek.]}

[faking]

[Then she taps the other cheek.] And this one.

[littlest_lord]

_{[And dutifully, he evens out the kisses by pressing one to Alois' other cheek.]}

[faking]

Did that really feel so different?

[littlest_lord]

No, I suppose not.

[faking]

Though - lovely or not - I don't want to be this way forever... Ciel, there's a lot you'd be surprised about.

[littlest_lord]

What in particular?

[faking]

The hat, Ciel. The hat!

[littlest_lord]

The hat...?

[faking]

[She jabs a thumb in gesture toward the general direction of ... between her legs. She also has a very slightly crazed look in her eyes.

[littlest_lord]

T-THAT'S NOT A HAT!

[faking]

It's the hat, Ciel! It's the lady's hat!

[littlest_lord]

That's absurd...

[faking]

Well I didn't make it up! Everyone knows what hat means, Ciel.

[littlest_lord]

I didn't.

[faking]

Because you're a prude, [comes the stage whisper.]