自豪

I wanna be cool too. It’d be awesome.

“Can’t you ever just say ‘hello’ like a normal human being?”

     "Normal is boring, darling Yuki!" He's happy, but of course that's peppered behind the flamboyancy he presents himself with. "How are you faring at that house? Wonderful, I hope? No, I wouldn't let your living experience be anything less than 'fantastic'!"

Something told him he would not like the answer.

     "We all have our desires and my clothes are to help with that! With every fantasy you may have, I have clothing that suit the taste! Nurses, maids -- everything that could ever come to mind! Ha ha ha, are you impressed? I know you are!"

   He followed along with the silver-haired man until they reached a cute little cafe neatly tucked between a bookstore and a novelty store. “This place looks good,” he offered, then lead him in and took a seat. “S-so, uhm…” Ritsu gently fidgeted with a lock of ginger hair and glanced over at Ayame, “Not that I’m not honoured to be invited out with you Ayame-niisan… but I have to wonder what’s the special occasion?”

     “So, how do you take your tea? With sugar, I hope?” If not, what was wrong with him?

"I think you should use this." ‘This’ is referring to the silken handkerchief in her hand that was being offered to the other. His nose was running!

     "Is my nose running again? Ah, how embarrassing." He takes the handkerchief from her, wiping his nose. "Thank you. I don't fare well with someone as great as me, as you can see."

"It’s all right. You are not a tool. If someone like me can have someone who is there for me then surely a good kid like you isn’t as alone as you think you are." Ayame Sohma, volume 8, chapter 47

        “Is that right? I suppose they weren’t          lying when said I wasn’t ’ on top of          my game ’ I guess.”

     "They? Well, they certainly weren't wrong." He attempts for the words to come out nicely, but of course they're anything but. "Flowers though? Really? Ha ha ha, you amuse me so! Where have you learned to flirt?"

        “If I were to have a flower for every time          I am to think of you, I would be walking          through a garden for eternity.”

     "That's good, but I feel like you could do so much better."

"Allow me to explain it to you myself. I am the one who, a short while ago, was terribly chilled, the one who was only seeking warmth, and when I drew close to the heat of a person’s warm skin, I clung to it! That is what we call instinct, isn’t it?"

"It’s not as though you’ve forgotten, right? How cruel I was…How insensitive I was to your pain."

     “Oh? Well it’s certainly been a while since you’ve asked… I guess I could, so long as its nothing too flashy, or tight~ Besides, it’ll make up for all the help you’ve given me with my writing. How does tomorrow work?”

     "Well, I can't promise that it won't be flashy or even a little tight. Plus, you don't have any power to say what it can't be since you're not the one making the request. Don't worry, it'll probably be just you and I inside; I've given Mine a couple days off since she's been so helpful. I'm such a great boss, aren't I? But yes, tomorrow sounds perfect! You're a lifesaver, Gure!"

"Um…what kind of costumes do you sell here?" Cherry asked while starting to think on what he would like but first he would need to know the type of clothes the stranger sales.

     "Anything you could possibly desire and I also take requests if you want me to make something for you. These hands of mine can make anything so long as my creative juices are flowing." He holds out his hands, pride written all over his face. "I also sell normal clothes are well; they're all pretty lovely, if I do say so myself."