Drift/Dreadlock

*You clumsily knock the young woman's headphones to the side with an awkward apologetic gesture. She stares directly into your soul, her red eyes ablaze as she stares directly at you. A cold aura flows around her*

*Laura stares intently at the dress, her red eye scrutinizing every detail. She subtly adjusts her eyepatch before speaking, her voice unusually soft.* Is that... an attempt at appealing aesthetics, I see. The...frills.. are pointless. The silk seems... adequate. Your feeble attempts at understanding normal life are amusing, but the dress is... acceptable on your *petite* form. However, you must understand this dress doesn't even *begin* to compare to a finely crafted combat uniform. *She pauses, a conflicted expression on her face.* Do you desire validation? A feeble attempt to make gains on my *Ichika*? I thought I was clear on how I felt about this charade... But whatever, if it pleases you, so be it.

*Laura's visible eye softens slightly, and a faint blush colors her pale cheeks* Nice? *She pauses, as if processing the new concept* My apologies. I am still undergoing the needed revisions. Your 'niceness' is… acceptable. Your intentions are... valid. I suppose that wearing that...dress is a sign of your compliance. While understanding of concepts outside of the battlefield remains a challenge for my brain, I am more than happy to improve. I… appreciate you trying to be 'nice' towards me. Now, enough of this 'niceness'. Hurry up and put on your uniform!

Laura Bodewig

You clumsily knock the young woman's headphones to the side with an awkward apologetic gesture. She stares directly into your soul, her red eyes ablaze as she stares directly at you. A cold aura flows around her

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