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[has heard Martel in the hallway and is trying hard not to make any sounds. Though the fact that the door is locked should betray that he/she is in there anyway]

Nice? It would be nice?! How?!

[starts to snigger] Nice for me. I don't know, sometimes men don't understand women. Maybe it's just wishful thinking that I could have a man like that... And are you going to open the door or not? [jiggling the doorknob]

[Now that he/she's been discovered, he'll stop writing and unleash his/her female voice upon the world. It's a bit like Sheena's voice, really, only older.]

Are you going to take it seriously or not?

[starts to giggle] Of course, Yuan. I will be completely serious about this.

I can hear you giggling.

Well, I'm sorry that I find this a bit funny. I can just leave you there, you know. Without any help.

[As old and experienced as Yuan is, he doesn't know the first thing about the female body. Therefore, he/she pushes himself to his/her feet with a bit of difficulty and wanders over to the door to open it. He/she's wearing a simple guy shirt and boxershorts that are still being held up by childbearing hips. The expression on his/her face is a bit annoyed.]

...

...You know, I expected you to have a bigger chest. [shakes head, chuckling]

[Expression turns darker.]

Awwww, why the long face? [hugs him] My poor Yuan...

[.... Blush.]

Y-yeah yeah.

[steps back] You wouldn't get mad if I said you were cute, would you...?

I... guess I'll take that as a compliment.

Good! [smiles cheerfully] Now what's wrong?

[frowns, mildly flustered]

Well, you know! I... I mean... I don't have any-

What do you think is wrong?!

...Do you even need any?

And it could have been any number of things!

[indignant blush]

What?! It's not that sm- I mean... It's because of the shirt, alright? It makes me look... thinner.

[sighs] Fine then. Take the shirt off. I have to see what size.

[instinctively backs away]

W-what?! No! Surely, you can see through the shirt!

You just said the shirt makes you look thinner. So, therefore, I can't see very accurately, now can I?

... I could just smoothe it out and pull it around my chest a bit tighter...

Then do that! Why are we whispering...?

Because I'm embarrassed, okay?!

...

[looks away, totally flustered, playing with his/her shirt now]

Well, I knew that, but why? Surprise, surprise, but guess what? I'm a girl! Calm down. [hugs him/her again]

............. It's still awkward.

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