It's been a while, hasn't it? Despite my slowness to update, I have not given up on this story. I've lost interest at the moment, but I will still update when I feel like it. It ought to take me a few years to get through all these requests...
Requested by: The Last Order
Current Client: Jeanne Alter
Irisviel: Uh, nice... outfit change. Black suits you.
Jeanne: Outfit change? What the flip are you talking about?
Irisviel: *sigh* It's going to be one of those days, isn't it?
Jeanne: Whatever. I've got beef.
Irisviel: *cough*
Jeanne: What?
Irisviel: Nothing.
Jeanne: Everyone thinks I'm this raging tsundere. Like, I'm nasty to everyone I like because that's what tsunderes do, apparently.
Irisviel: Do you?
Jeanne: Do I what?
Irisviel: Be nasty to everyone you like?
Jeanne: I don't like anyone.
Irisviel: Oh.
Jeanne: It's like they think I'm this cranky goth girl with a heart of gold or some crap like that. Well, there ain't no heart of gold. There ain't nothing but crank.
Irisviel: *cough*
Jeanne: Why do you keep coughing?
Irisviel: No reason. What do you suppose is giving people that impression?
Jeanne: I think it's Santa Lily's fault. She's like this tiny grumpy Christmas version of me. She ain't nothing but a spoiled brat, but everyone thinks she's adorable.
Irisviel: Tiny grumpy Christmas version...? This job is getting weirder and weirder.
Jeanne: So what the heck are you going to do about it!? I need answers here!?
Irisviel: I honestly don't know where people are getting this from. Maybe you really should start being nice.
Jeanne: WHAT!?
Irisviel: And here comes the part where I die. Again.