"I doubt that I'll come down with a case of the vapors, but that would be more comfortable." There's a familiar, teasing lilt to her voice, one that calls to mind Beatrice, but it's lower and wearier than what Battler is used to. An echo, not a reflection.
As they silently search for a table to sit (and enjoy some cheap boardwalk food) at, it's apparent that Sayo's changed more than just her hairstyle. She dresses androgynously, in a crisp leather jacket and turtleneck—one of the wonders of magic was that it let her beat the heat without having to compromise on her newfound fashion sense—with a pair of dark slacks and shoes. It's a striking outfit, more reminiscent of Kanon than any"one" else.
Not to mention the small, but present, chest that she now bears without the aid of Shannon's own brand of magic. The wonders of hormone therapy were truly miraculous.
Once they find their table, Sayo sits, sipping on some fresh lemonade as she gathers her thoughts. "...first off, I'd like to make one thing clear. I have no intention of disrupting your dreams of domesticity with Beatrice." Sayo waves a hand airily, as if it's no big deal, as if she didn't spend six years overcome with a yearning powerful enough to tear apart the Sea of Fragments to find a place for it. "Rest assured of that. I have my own life now." Despite how casual she seems, there are a few tells that betray her nervousness. A fidget here, tucking her bangs behind her ears there. A far cry from the carefully controlled facades of Kanon and Shannon.
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As they silently search for a table to sit (and enjoy some cheap boardwalk food) at, it's apparent that Sayo's changed more than just her hairstyle. She dresses androgynously, in a crisp leather jacket and turtleneck—one of the wonders of magic was that it let her beat the heat without having to compromise on her newfound fashion sense—with a pair of dark slacks and shoes. It's a striking outfit, more reminiscent of Kanon than any"one" else.
Not to mention the small, but present, chest that she now bears without the aid of Shannon's own brand of magic. The wonders of hormone therapy were truly miraculous.
Once they find their table, Sayo sits, sipping on some fresh lemonade as she gathers her thoughts. "...first off, I'd like to make one thing clear. I have no intention of disrupting your dreams of domesticity with Beatrice." Sayo waves a hand airily, as if it's no big deal, as if she didn't spend six years overcome with a yearning powerful enough to tear apart the Sea of Fragments to find a place for it. "Rest assured of that. I have my own life now." Despite how casual she seems, there are a few tells that betray her nervousness. A fidget here, tucking her bangs behind her ears there. A far cry from the carefully controlled facades of Kanon and Shannon.