It was a relatively uneventful day for the Greil mercenaries. Of course, Boyd couldn't let that happen. Oh, no. Not when this question had tormented him for so long. He stood up at the dinner table, slammed his hands down on it, and yelled.
"OKAY! I GIVE UP! SOREN! WHY DO YOU WEAR PIGTAILS?"
The room went dead silent. Soren sat there in astonishment for a minute, then shook his head, got up and left the table. The party was speechless for a moment, then burst out in laughter.
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"Is this really okay, Titania?" Mist asked quietly as the two girls tiptoed towards Soren's bedroom. "Probably not, but it'll be worth it in the end, trust me," Titania whispered back. She cracked open the door to allow entry to Mist, whose hands were full. "Looks like Ike's gone for now. Good, because that makes this a lot easier," Titania remarked as she surveyed the room, letting her eyes rest on the male mage's small form beneath the covers. 'This will be too easy,' the paladin thought. "Okay, Mist, let's go."
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"AAAAAAiiiiiiiAAAAH!" was the general gist if the shriek heard by the Greil mercenaries the next morning. The adventuring party rushed towards Soren (and Ike's) room, expecting assassins, but no, it was worse than that. Much worse. For there, standing in front of them for all the world to see, was Soren. In makeup, a tight dress, and neat ponytails on the top of his head, looking pretty as you please.
Realization dawned on Boyd.
And that's why Boyd needed counselling from Rhys for a year.