Log Entry 12 // Off somewhere outside our damn apartment
Lelouch, sometimes I don't understand you at all. You nitpick at how I sit, how I eat, and how I wear my clothes and you keep telling me to wear a bra because my breasts might show through my shirt. Fine. I finally wore that because I needed that support when I ran around. And I told you I wouldn't wear panties and you still insist that I should when I (finally) wear a skirt because boxers might ruin the shape of the fabric? Not "throw on some bikini briefs that you already have" , it was "why don't you wear the things I bought for you". Yeah, those frilly girly panties. And don't get me started on those clips you tried to put in my hair that would match.
I wonder why I got so mad and ran off. I WONDER. And yelling after me about how dangerous it is outside? I'm not exactly a normal girl, Lelouch. I'm still much stronger than you are.
God, Lelouch. Of all people, I don't understand why you didn't turn into a girl. You'd be much better at it than I would be because apparently I am a failure as one. You wear the skirt and apron better than I do.
I'm going to be off until you stop being an ass.
I wonder why I got so mad and ran off. I WONDER. And yelling after me about how dangerous it is outside? I'm not exactly a normal girl, Lelouch. I'm still much stronger than you are.
God, Lelouch. Of all people, I don't understand why you didn't turn into a girl. You'd be much better at it than I would be because apparently I am a failure as one. You wear the skirt and apron better than I do.
I'm going to be off until you stop being an ass.