[ He sees the girl, or what he assumes is the girl, ready to continue on in the scene in seamless transition. But along with the relief that brings comes dread icing over his shoulders and back. Miyuki and the gangster move to set hands on the bed, leaning back on them with head casually tilted, eyes following along after her and her fluid movements. It is not only the other boy's build and features that fit the part, but his ability to emulate the behavior that could trick one into believing his performance.
You put a boy in a dress and he won't suddenly know how to move like a girl. Even if he tried, it would be exaggerated, a caricature. Completely unconvincing. But Alois reminds him again that he is unlike other boys, and an anxiousness creeps along Miyuki's skin as he steels himself.
Where she teases, he looks, and the gangster's gaze lingers with shameless appreciation. His brow arches, eyes flitting up to hers in a question he knows the answer to — she'll hardly show more so quick. Miyuki's question, however, is more concerned with the knife she (he?) holds up against his throat. She turns, and the illusion is kept in tact, brown eyes trailed down to catch sight of the panties two boys had picked out together, in what could have been another life for how distant it seems. ]
It wouldn't be very wise of me to make deals with the daughter of a thief.
[ Potential thief. It might run in the family. ]
But I'm listening~
[ Says her captive audience, gangster thoroughly amused with slightly lifted chin, Miyuki wry as he breathes in and out. ]
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You put a boy in a dress and he won't suddenly know how to move like a girl. Even if he tried, it would be exaggerated, a caricature. Completely unconvincing. But Alois reminds him again that he is unlike other boys, and an anxiousness creeps along Miyuki's skin as he steels himself.
Where she teases, he looks, and the gangster's gaze lingers with shameless appreciation. His brow arches, eyes flitting up to hers in a question he knows the answer to — she'll hardly show more so quick. Miyuki's question, however, is more concerned with the knife she (he?) holds up against his throat. She turns, and the illusion is kept in tact, brown eyes trailed down to catch sight of the panties two boys had picked out together, in what could have been another life for how distant it seems. ]
It wouldn't be very wise of me to make deals with the daughter of a thief.
[ Potential thief. It might run in the family. ]
But I'm listening~
[ Says her captive audience, gangster thoroughly amused with slightly lifted chin, Miyuki wry as he breathes in and out. ]