⌈ three ⌋ ☨ action / written
[ Poor Euphemia already had waist-length hair, so now it's down to the floor and spilling all over in lovely pink tendrils. In an effort to keep herself out of anyone's way (she's a tripping hazard!) she's removed herself to the Patio and taken a chair there, holding her Book open to read the various entries. ]
Oh my... so everyone's having such trouble...
[ She takes up a pen and begins writing, having slowly come to terms with this bizarre method of communication. ]
Lelouch, are you having trouble with your appearance as well?
[ Then she sits back to wait for Lelouch to respond... not entirely realizing that any number of OTHER people might answer her as well. ]
Oh my... so everyone's having such trouble...
[ She takes up a pen and begins writing, having slowly come to terms with this bizarre method of communication. ]
Lelouch, are you having trouble with your appearance as well?
[ Then she sits back to wait for Lelouch to respond... not entirely realizing that any number of OTHER people might answer her as well. ]