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[This afternoon, in the patch of well-kept (and well-patched) lawn between the Kogarasumaru's tree and the Vongola's hill, Zexion is sitting at a small ornamental table, drinking tea.
This would be a completely normal glimpse into a day in Zexion's life, save for two things:
The first is that, instead of his normal black leather ensemble, he's dressed today in something very white, very frilly, and very feminine. Minus the pigtails and plus, of course, a pair of lacy white gloves.
The second is that he's drinking a porcelain cup of orange pekoe with a slice of lemon, rather than his typical mug of green tea.
It is up to you, dear observer, to determine which of these anomalies is more out of place.]
((eta: bedtime for me! I'll pick things up tomorrow))
This would be a completely normal glimpse into a day in Zexion's life, save for two things:
The first is that, instead of his normal black leather ensemble, he's dressed today in something very white, very frilly, and very feminine. Minus the pigtails and plus, of course, a pair of lacy white gloves.
The second is that he's drinking a porcelain cup of orange pekoe with a slice of lemon, rather than his typical mug of green tea.
It is up to you, dear observer, to determine which of these anomalies is more out of place.]
((eta: bedtime for me! I'll pick things up tomorrow))