it's not called being gay it's called being fab

  –I thought I had sent you to jail!

"You think so much. I had the same thing when I was your age. Perhaps by the time you reach full adulthood, you may be a swan like myself."

"Don't you remember this face?"

"No, I don’t seem to recall."

"Saaannnji~~~~ Ugly duck boy~~"

        "You’re seriously calling me ugly?” 

"YOU'RE SERIOUSLY CALLING ME UGLY~~~" he mocked.

  She watched him spinning around in a circle. Impossible. It was Impossible for her to do that. ”I’m not so.. agile. I can’t reach my nose.. with my toes.” she said disappointed. 

  “A handsome fella I am indeed! Who are you to step into my lab so freely?

The okama leaped, dancing, spinning - and knocked over a glass test tube.

        "No. Please leave." 

He blew a single kiss. "May the okama way be with you." 

  ╠❀~ ”Mr. Two, really?” She was not sure if she should be surprised or annoyed.

"Oraa~ Helloo~ it's been such a long time, we have so much catching up to do!"

  ”Yes, that sounds like fun. Are you going to show me how? Bon-chan?”

"Un deux trois~" he spun around, perfect form. "Keep your toes above your nose!~"

  •○╣ “I’ve been called worse.” Capri swats at the raven’s hand. “Don’t touch my face.”

"Don't touch my face~~~" he mocked, using a high pitch and famine voice. 

"You'll be a swan by the time I'm done."

  ”I’m Nanami! And who are you?”

"Are you here for dancing lessons, duckling?"