Xirysa Says: There is, apparently, a shortage of pure crap. So yes. I hope to rectify that. (I feel irrationally proud of myself, now.)
Reasons
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She told him once that, with Sacaens, there was a practical reason for everything they did. As an example, she had used her attire.
"Now, Kent," she said, "look at the cut of my dress—yes, those slits on the sides." His face turned a rather interesting shade of red upon seeing her bare skin, and even though she had the strongest urge to burst out in laughter, she somehow managed to keep her composure and continued.
"I know that many people think that it's inappropriate, but this dress was made with the intention that a woman would be fighting in it. The slits allow for more movement on the battle field; if they weren't there, the cloth would be more restricting, and I'd probably find myself on the end of an enemy's blade."
He nodded. "And your gloves serve to protect your hands from injury during battle, correct?" He shyly took her hand in his own, and she could feel her heart leap in her chest.
She smiled at him. "Exactly."
"What about these?" he asked as his free hand brushed against one of her earrings. "What purpose do these have?"
"Oh." She shrugged and looked at him. "I wear them because they're pretty."
And then she laughed. The best part was that he started laughing, too.
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Xirysa Says: And there you go. It's lame and pointless, but whatever. Lol. And aw, man. I just realized that this was more friendship-with-a-hint-of-romance than anything. Oh well. XD I still feel irrationally proud. Or is my pride rationalized? I don't know. You tell me. Oh. And while you're at it, constructive criticism and any feedback would be very much appreciated. (Now I want to write more depressing things…)