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[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

[ somewhere in the dressing room, a door slams open, hitting the wall behind it hard enough to punch a hole through the surface. through it runs a young, blonde man dressed in... just slightly frilly clothes.

just slightly. more like he beat the hell out of a random ginji and stole his clothing. except it's 100x better.

this young man's face twists a moment in confusion, the tiniest hint of a blush of embarrassment on his cheeks as comes to a quick halt... and he realizes he wasn't in kansas home anymore. ]

...This is certainly the last thing I expected to see.

Comments

[fononfailure]

Oh? Why is that?

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

No need to go into the gritty details.

[fononfailure]

So boring. Gritty doesn't really bother me.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

You'll stab me.

[fononfailure]

What makes you so sure?

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

Oh, I just know.

[fononfailure]

You must have a pretty dark past.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

...Not particularly, no.

[fononfailure]

Yet you're still afraid I'll stab you.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

Because you've already proved it once.

[fononfailure]

For insulting me.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

Insulting? I was merely making comments in my confused state.

[fononfailure]

And I was merely making gestures in my enraged state.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

A lady shouldn't show such anger.

[fononfailure]

Why not?

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

It's unladylike.

[fononfailure]

So? It's who I am.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

Unladylike?

[fononfailure]

I'm still learning.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

...Learning?

[fononfailure]

It's new to me.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

That sounds odd.

[fononfailure]

...because it is.

[honeyorvinegar.livejournal.com]

Care to explain?

[fononfailure]

Don't see why I should. You didn't want to tell me about your past.