[ The video opens with an enraged scream that sounds like a woman's, the Hitomi flying as it is hurled and smacks into a wall, then falls with a rather inconsequential plunk onto the ground. Feet stomp stomp stomp over with earnest -- tiny feet, by the looks of it -- the flowing hem of a yukata brushing against dainty ankles. Small fingers grasp
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[Even though this person just said herself that she's supposed to be a man, but that doesn't change the current fact right now~ Whatever magic is working here.]
[..And no, he doesn't know the person. Would he even bother otherwise?]
Hm? Take away your pride? But my dear, that would only be true if the.. gods did a snip snip on you, and that would make you an eunuch like that unfortunate guy with red eyes and white hair. And rather than that, you're a nice, decent lady so I honestly don't see what is wrong with that~
[He beams a smile,]
Lovely hair, by the way.
[And no, he doesn't really have much to comment on the speech itself. He does try to look somewhat gallant while talking though.]
I believe I haven't fallen victim to such.. abuse this far. Are you sure it's a problem, Miss?
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But then again, Marco never morphed a woman before.]
You'll get used to it.
Besides, all they did to you is change one chromosome in your body. Imagine if the gods turned you into a female wolf. Or an ant.
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You got a sex change with out you noticing? Oh my god, how did that happen?!
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His eyebrows knit, preparing to speak his peace. Regardless of what is it, someone cannot proudly wear Number One Dad wifebeaters and ignore and return to their family with a high chin.]
Are you feeling upset? [It's spoken as though talking to a young individual or animal, and the angle of the camera accentuates it.] We can't help you if you're not direct.
And don't worry about these "gods". [Hand quotes.] They can't do anything, can't even graze your life-- and you know why? [Solemn ( ... )
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Chrome hears the words. The ideas behind them. Pride as a man. Sees herself in her dream, standing before a mirror holding scissors, with sprays of hair like piles of sliced flower stems at her feet, soft and delicate -- a wild, half-realized dream of adulthood in her mind. She would simply become a boy.
She had not, in truth, thought of it in those exactly physical terms. Become a boy. Have boy parts. No, it had been a more intangible longing. A more chaotic recognition. For Mukuro-sama had artful hands and straight shoulders and beautifully long bones, and no one, she knew, ever called him weak or stupid or ugly or worthless, those terms which she dealt with so often -- and even had they done so, those words would have held no power over him. Because, and she could see, he was on a higher rung somehow. A lot of boys were like that. Words made her feel smaller. Even all those benign words which came later: cute, sweet, adorable. Accompanied by smiles. Men, women. People she considered her friends. Those words made her ( ... )
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