I'm the one who's real. I was born and raised as this, Eusebius. I choose to become this fake thing, and you go and break what was to be a 3 month respuite. Fuck you.
You're just a brat. Hiding behind your parent's money. Even if you were the original, she's more 'true' than you'll ever be... because she can feel from the heart.
All your supposed 'culture', all your 'upbringing'... and you still fight like some urchin on the street. Good job, good job.
You're treating me as if I'm two seperate people. I'm not Samasu Souha, goddamnit. This "Truer me" is just me as Clark Kent. I changed for a stituation, Eusebius. I was happy, goddamnit.
I made a wish to the witch named Ichihara Yuuko to make me think, act, walk and talk as if I came from a lower class family than the one I really was born into, dahling.
This way of talking. This way of acting. Was supposed to vanish for three months until March, when I would make a decision. I feel cheated of my choice because now, guess what, I'M THINKING LIKE I REALLY DO. I MISS MY MAKE UP. MY CLOTHES. MY ROOM IS GOING TO BE A BUNK BED SOON, GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.
...Honestly I like who you are. It might have felt false... but you were more honest, weren't you? You didn't cover up with make-up and jewelery, or false ideas of superiority. You were just... you.
Even if you were made by magic... you had a truer heart. Wouldn't that make you more... real?
As could I... but I have no use for such things. Because they're silly. They're surface. You can paint up and build a wonderful front for a crumbling shack... but that doesn't change the fact that it's still a shack.
And I wasn't happy waking up. I'm a fucking Osiris Drop Out, thanks to prissy above me failing to not take her goddamn tests and the witch sealing the deal.
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A brat like you? Why should we care? Run back home to your servants, we don't take your kind here.
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All your supposed 'culture', all your 'upbringing'... and you still fight like some urchin on the street. Good job, good job.
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We are upset because we have to face the facts again, dahling.
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This way of talking. This way of acting. Was supposed to vanish for three months until March, when I would make a decision. I feel cheated of my choice because now, guess what, I'M THINKING LIKE I REALLY DO. I MISS MY MAKE UP. MY CLOTHES. MY ROOM IS GOING TO BE A BUNK BED SOON, GOD FUCKING DAMNIT.
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I didn't think a light hearted comment like that would have this sort of effect...
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... Dahling, you really should be more tactful.
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Even if you were made by magic... you had a truer heart. Wouldn't that make you more... real?
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This is just me without money. It MAKES ME FAKE COMPARED TO WHAT REALITY IS. I could live my entire life without ever getting employed!
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