Give him your hand.
From Create Your Own Story
“Stand up, Hon.”
Hon, the fragile boy in front of you right now, has been your friend for about four years. It seems like only yesterday when you were first introduced to him by his brother, when he used to be the silent and intellectual type. Over the years, however, the best way to put his characterization would be “exaggerated”.
Before, his interests included poetry and writing, nothing out of the ordinary for an artsy person like him. His affection for all things graceful was odd at first, but in time became his defining trait. He was unlike the others and their love of swords and blades, and in time became one of your closest friends. One day, though, his slightly feminine side managed to take over all other sides of him. He had grown his purple hair out, now longer than your own, and started to wear more “elegant” clothing, mostly consisting of dresses and cute clothing, riding the line on what could be considered cross-dressing. At the moment he wore his usual garb, a white and gold trim blouse of sorts with a dark blue long skirt covering his legs, all topped off by his dome-shaped hat, also white and gold, the entire getup worth less than the shoes on your feet. His speech now cluttered with hehe’s and aww’s. He is now your foil, the proclaimed tomboy of the group, a name you will never be able to lose.
Just like Hon.
You sigh.
“Heh, thanks Rel!” He accepts your offer and steadily readjusts back to his legs, smiling at you with his gratitude. Does he have to look like that…
“You’re late. By about a couple of hours.”
“Aha, sorry, sorry!” He waves his arms around frantically.
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