[Alois watches Miyuki looking at him, with staring blue-eyes, lightly kicking one leg. There is a tendency in him, which he's smothering, that wants to jump up, and flaunt, and tease, and ask what he thinks, but he opts for pretending as if it doesn't matter.
When the older one mentions the computer being unsatisfied, Alois also glances to it, and turns back with a mischievous smile at his next words.]
Oh, come now. [He stands, and moves like a little fawn past him, pausing just before the threshold to look back. The words that follow, floating on half of a giggle:] You picked this dress out without any trouble.
[And stifling the potential for really cracking up at him, he moves further into the closet. He must truly find himself funny, because he has to obscure his non-stop grinning behind his palm and fingers, eyes glittering at Miyuki, when he asks,] will it count if I'm choosing for myself?
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When the older one mentions the computer being unsatisfied, Alois also glances to it, and turns back with a mischievous smile at his next words.]
Oh, come now. [He stands, and moves like a little fawn past him, pausing just before the threshold to look back. The words that follow, floating on half of a giggle:] You picked this dress out without any trouble.
[And stifling the potential for really cracking up at him, he moves further into the closet. He must truly find himself funny, because he has to obscure his non-stop grinning behind his palm and fingers, eyes glittering at Miyuki, when he asks,] will it count if I'm choosing for myself?