[The main reason he's become demure is what on earth would Miyuki think if he found out Alois was this fond of girls' clothing? He may have been forced into outfits to start, but now with an eye and mind for what looks nice on him, he's hardly different from an ordinary girl herself in this region. He likes outfits suited to his gender all the same, yes, but he's only going to be able to get away with a feminine style for so long before he just looks silly and embarrassing in them.
But it's true that certain connotations to cheeries might be a hint of the culprit behind his blushing little face, the avoidance of Miyuki's eyes. Such connotations normally don't bother him at all, and in fact, he can be quite salacious, but everything leading up to now, Miyuki being a wholly different sort of person than what he's used to...
The panties are cute enough, but there's certainly prettier or more modest ones in the drawer below. His taste isn't perfect, but neither are thirteen-year-old girls, and they're just the sort of thing a thirteen-year-old girl would like. Audacious, in a fun way.
Miyuki angles his face, and Alois, his own still colored, pouts at him, bordering on indignant.]
I said already, didn't I? They're— [eyes landing on them. He really likes them!] Okay! All right, okay, they're so cute, though, aren't they? Don't you think so?
All I've seen up until now is dull, scratchy cotton or wool. If I knew underthings could be so cute, I might be more inclined to lounge. Looking at them makes you just want to put them on with a button down and sit in the window seat of the library, while the sun comes down on you in the window, and you'd eat petit fours and browse the latest catalogs, or read things children oughtn't. You know, being lazy, but having a swell time of it, because you have something cute on.
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But it's true that certain connotations to cheeries might be a hint of the culprit behind his blushing little face, the avoidance of Miyuki's eyes. Such connotations normally don't bother him at all, and in fact, he can be quite salacious, but everything leading up to now, Miyuki being a wholly different sort of person than what he's used to...
The panties are cute enough, but there's certainly prettier or more modest ones in the drawer below. His taste isn't perfect, but neither are thirteen-year-old girls, and they're just the sort of thing a thirteen-year-old girl would like. Audacious, in a fun way.
Miyuki angles his face, and Alois, his own still colored, pouts at him, bordering on indignant.]
I said already, didn't I? They're— [eyes landing on them. He really likes them!] Okay! All right, okay, they're so cute, though, aren't they? Don't you think so?
All I've seen up until now is dull, scratchy cotton or wool. If I knew underthings could be so cute, I might be more inclined to lounge. Looking at them makes you just want to put them on with a button down and sit in the window seat of the library, while the sun comes down on you in the window, and you'd eat petit fours and browse the latest catalogs, or read things children oughtn't. You know, being lazy, but having a swell time of it, because you have something cute on.