[Incomplete]
Who: Reno, Miwako (Open to Kafuka or Inumaru, since... they live there, too~)
When: 18 November
Where: Miwako's house
Rating: ...PG, perhaps, in case Reno cusses~
Warnings: Ah, lizards in drag? 8D Possible cursing?
Summary: Reno visits Miwako to help her put her supposedly gender-confused angry monster lizard pet in the tiny clothes she made for it, at Reno's suggestion~
Notes:
Elizabette looks like this but about the size of your hand.
Miwako's house is laid out more like this~
The girl stood behind the wall in the hallway, looking out from it at the hissing and snarling lizard sitting on her table. She stared at it, tears in her eyes, hands clutching the mini orange, frilly dress she'd made for it, its headband-with-a-big-white-bow wrapped around her thumb. On her other hand was a My Melody Band-Aid, covering a wound made by said lizard.
Elizabette was not really a mean lizard, she would say to herself. He was simply upset. If she had been born a girl lizard in a boy lizard's body, and her family didn't have enough money nor approved of such a path in life, and if all the other lizards at school had picked on her for being a girl in a boy's body, Miwako might have been a very sour lizard, indeed; plus, there was always that bitter aspect of envy to consider, as Miwako was truly a girl... and, according to Miwako, Elizabette was only a girl in his heart.
Certainly, though, Reno and Miwako had decided, if Elizabette wore beautiful girl clothes, maybe he would not be so mean anymore, since he would be being true to himself, and feeling more confident and happy.
Which was precisely why the girl stood behind this wall, clutching the little lizard's outfit in her small hand. She had made to put it on him, but he was angry, as he had been trying to go for another dip in the bowl full of water that the household used as the facebowl, and Miwako had interrupted that attempt at a swim. Again.
Elizabette returned to crawling around on the table, and Miwako sighed, staring down at the little dress in her hand that had been so hard to create.
Her eyes shifted to the cutely bandaged wound on her thumb, before closing. She really... could not do this alone.
When: 18 November
Where: Miwako's house
Rating: ...PG, perhaps, in case Reno cusses~
Warnings: Ah, lizards in drag? 8D Possible cursing?
Summary: Reno visits Miwako to help her put her supposedly gender-confused angry monster lizard pet in the tiny clothes she made for it, at Reno's suggestion~
Notes:
Elizabette looks like this but about the size of your hand.
Miwako's house is laid out more like this~
The girl stood behind the wall in the hallway, looking out from it at the hissing and snarling lizard sitting on her table. She stared at it, tears in her eyes, hands clutching the mini orange, frilly dress she'd made for it, its headband-with-a-big-white-bow wrapped around her thumb. On her other hand was a My Melody Band-Aid, covering a wound made by said lizard.
Elizabette was not really a mean lizard, she would say to herself. He was simply upset. If she had been born a girl lizard in a boy lizard's body, and her family didn't have enough money nor approved of such a path in life, and if all the other lizards at school had picked on her for being a girl in a boy's body, Miwako might have been a very sour lizard, indeed; plus, there was always that bitter aspect of envy to consider, as Miwako was truly a girl... and, according to Miwako, Elizabette was only a girl in his heart.
Certainly, though, Reno and Miwako had decided, if Elizabette wore beautiful girl clothes, maybe he would not be so mean anymore, since he would be being true to himself, and feeling more confident and happy.
Which was precisely why the girl stood behind this wall, clutching the little lizard's outfit in her small hand. She had made to put it on him, but he was angry, as he had been trying to go for another dip in the bowl full of water that the household used as the facebowl, and Miwako had interrupted that attempt at a swim. Again.
Elizabette returned to crawling around on the table, and Miwako sighed, staring down at the little dress in her hand that had been so hard to create.
Her eyes shifted to the cutely bandaged wound on her thumb, before closing. She really... could not do this alone.