[ Their brows furrowed, creasing down along with his mood. ]
`` You’re mocking me. ``
[ He gave you a small glare, then sighed, and looked away from you. ]
`` They’ve never interested me, and I . . don’t question if they ever . . . will in the future. ``
ㅤHe pushes away your hand, cleary unhappy about the fact you /touched/ him.
" lAy nO haNd on meeehh~... "
ㅤcrosses arms
" How do you know when you've never tried it before. "
[ Their neutral expression morphs into a frown. He rotates his shoulder to nudge you off of him. ]
`` Lay no hand on me . . . nor my hair. ``
[ He bluntly stated, catching your hand and moving it down. ]
`` I find that a suit would not align with my tastes. ``
“ Doubts for what~ “
He places his elbow on your one side of shoulder, leaning his weigh on you.
“ I guarantee you that it’ll fit perfectly to you. “
Flicks the bun on your hair.
[ They mentally grimaced, not too keen on the idea. Even then, where would they even acquire a suit? ]
`` Hm.
I shall consider this . . . but I harbor my doubts . . ``
" Well~ I have no opinion on cape anymore. Cape is a cape, that's all! "
ㅤchop chop!
" Well- it indeed is a little dramatic for this, mordern years~ Maybe try other outfits then! Maybe a black suit. Or a blue suit. "
`` Right. ``
[ The corner of his mouth twitches as he watches Mayor. Trying to get a sense of what could be going on in the other’s mind. ]
`` Did you now?
I tended to think . . . they were dramatic at times. ``
" Ohhow, I'm flattered~ You don't have to thank me when I'm only speaking a truth~ "
ㅤHe vaguely waves his hand in the air, the other hand on cheek.
" I used to loooove capes too, you know~ (pffhaha!) "
[ Their eyes widened just barely. A short expression of shock flashing only for a second—
before returning quickly to a more neutral one. ]
`` Thank . . you? ``
[ He tried to not make himself sound so unsure. ]
“ Hmmm. Guess this is another phenomenon that I can’t dare understand! “
He taps his chin, thinking for a second.
“ … “
“ Just wanted to say you have wonderful outfit, dear. “
" 'lackeys', (hhh!) That's a funny expression... "
" But... mm. Why are you wearing... /that/ again? Did you hit your head on the wall and decide to go back to your old self? "
`` Mhm. Another of the bone demons lackeys. ``
[ The doll crosses their arms. Making sure to keep a good distance away. ]
`` If you are referring to my body, I need . . not hear the obvious. ``