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                                He feels personally victimized by how awful this cheeseburger tastes. And they didn't even put pickles! Huff huff.

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                                "How the hell do you put a lime in a coconut I just don't get it..." Jae contemplates the important things.

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             *{ Different } denotes neither bad nor good, 

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                           but it certainly means ❝n o t  t h e  s a m e❞.

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                                Human beings were such trouble. Loud, uncaring, selfish, destructive...How could they possibly yearn to live like that day after day? Killing what is not theirs to kill, deciding things that they have no right to decide. Horrible, confusing creatures. Always have been, and always will be. Jae finds it increasingly strange how and why he even chooses to interact or have anything to do with this species. Boredom he tells himself, unfortunate necessity. A heart or two is all he needs, nothing more; there is no other legitimate reason to even be near them.

In fact...it's about time Jae heads back to the mountains now that his feast is complete. Silently, the blonde slips out the window apartment's window just as silently as he'd entered, gracefully jumping to the ground below, straightening and fixing himself, leaving his prickling guilt and shame in that dark room where he left it. No use carrying more burden than he already does. Sweeping strands of gold from his eyes, Jae gives a last lick of now clean fingers as he begins to walk, the tang of blood still lingering upon his tongue. What a fulfilling night. 

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                                A pause. Blink of dark hues. "Well. Lucky guy, I guess," he says as both shoulders are pulled into a nonchalant shrug. Jae could only assume it's a man who put this kid up to dressing like some street bimbo but hey, no judgement. He supposes he understands, to a point. Bringing a white and blue straw to rosy lips, Jae sips from his drink briefly. "And yeah. You kinda do." Sluuurp.

     { ♥ } —   "Forced into it…! And, doing it for someone else…" You see, it’s a very complicated story, awkward as well and quite raunchy to be honest. He’d rather not talk about it. As well as the fact the skirt is actually a bit comfortable; accompanied with his (very sheer, very pink) thigh highs, it wasn’t too cold. “Gah—I feel so ridiculous.” Cue him hiding his face in his hands.

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senerii: Wild dance of Golden Fairies BY~ yume.

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                                "If not, then why are you dressed like that? Either it's a hobby, you were forced into it, or you're doing it for someone else. Really, there are no other reasons." Nah, that skirt is pretty nice, don't worry. Everyone needs a little breathing room sometimes, right? And hey, nice show, if anything.

     { ♥ } —   "I-it’s not a hobby!” Yumi gave a screech, suddenly yearning for the feeling of pants covering his legs. At least some shorts, anything would do, really—just not a skirt. “Really! Truly, honestly! I don’t crossdress.” He hoped back and forth on his feet, letting out a frustrated noise. What a great first impression.

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                                Ah, so he's a man...Hm, not bad. The kumiho tilted his head slightly, raising one trimmed eyebrow. "Really? But your image fits it too well for you not to enjoy it. Ah, I know. This is what they call an embarrassing secret hobby, right? Well that makes sense," he muses, borderline talking to himself now, quickly deciding everything on his own. 

     { ♥ } —   He felt uncomfortable with the new set of eyes on him. Of course, what could he expect, dressing like that? It didn’t help he was already quite effeminate. The question only threw him off slightly, face still adorning the rosy tint of embarrassment. “I’m a guy! You see, I’m not…Usually…Dressed like this? N-not a crossdresser!”