week 2, thursday evening

[itsalluseless]

[So everyone's having lots of fun with these hallucinations, aren't they? After he's done arguing with people who aren't actually there, Battler tries to get himself together a little and decides to seek out one of his fellow Sirens. Maybe there's something that needs to be discussed about tonight? Or something?

As soon as he lays eyes on Fie, though, all thoughts of secret murder club discussions leave his head. He stops and stares, transfixed by what he's seeing.]

Comments

[sylfied]

... What?

[ Battler, you shouldn't stare. ]

[itsalluseless]

Your, uh... your chest.

[Yes, that would be what he is staring at. Shamelessly.]

How did that happen? I mean, even for a growth spurt that seems a little sudden.

[sylfied]

... I hate to say this, but it hasn't grown in years.

[itsalluseless]

It definitely has, by a significant amount. I'm a little surprised you haven't noticed.

[sylfied]

... I kind of think I'd be the first one to notice.

[ even like a little bit!!!! ]

[itsalluseless]

I wouldn't be so sure. I'm something of an expert on the subject.

[sylfied]

...

That's creepy.

[ BATTLER... ]

[itsalluseless]

It's also true.

[sylfied]

... One of my classmates would have loved you.

[itsalluseless]

Really? Why's that?

[Usually the dumb pervert act just gets people annoyed. Which is exactly what he aims for, because he is a teenage boy and thus obnoxious.]

[sylfied]

He's a pervert obsessed with chests too.