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[doremisong.livejournal.com]

[Young Tear walks out, no older than 10, carrying a book. She sits down and begins to read, humming a child's tune.]

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[doremisong.livejournal.com]

Eh? So you are can be a Prince then! A Prince Cinderelly!

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

...that's a bit better.

[doremisong.livejournal.com]

Ok! Then I can be Cinderelly and you can be the Prince!

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

...oh boy. You'll be a pretty princess when you get older.

[doremisong.livejournal.com]

You really think so? Do you think I'll be as pretty as Natalia?

[A bit happy to be called a Princess]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

I've always thought you were. [ he can't help blushing slightly. ]

[doremisong.livejournal.com]

Ah! Th--thankyou...

[She blushes slightly in happiness.]

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

You're welcome... [ pats her head again. ]

[doremisong.livejournal.com]

[She giggles lightly, and remembers something.]
Oh yeah, the book! Will you read some more to me? You make funny voices.

[crimson-asch.livejournal.com]

...sure. I guess I can read a little more to you. [ skims the page, looking for where he left off and continuing, getting even more into the voices this time.