We head out in the early evening after hours of dressing up.
For someone who never wielded much authority, of course aside from her absolute position as the boss in our family, mum got quite quickly used to ordering the drones around.
It didn't even take an hour till she arranged a wide assortment of children's dresses to be delivered directly to the base.
And after this, she really got started.
Those poor girls never had much of a chance.
The nurse ends up in a brown-white servant dress.
It reminds me a little of maid clothing but is a bit more elegant to wear.
The messenger on the other side wears now a classic, black and white butler uniform.
It suits her, but she's still fidgeting with the ridges.
Might feel weird to her to be stuck in this.
And the fact that we're currently on our way to the biggest royal event of the country might not help with the nervousness of those orphans.
I suppose Honiu in her disinterest doesn't even realize what she's demanding from them.
And I feel as well slightly guilty for their current situation.
I mean, this whole event is hosted because of me.
Also, without me, Honiu would presumably never have showed up here and they... well, wouldn't have ended up with severe mutations, stuck in those gaudy clothes chosen by my mother.
What am I saying?
I am totally responsible for everything that happened to them!
At least I should check if they're fine.
"Uh, you know. I wanted to ask you if you're alright." (E)
It's the messenger girl who speaks first.
Yes, I know it's wrong to refer to them like this, but their pheromones just point too intensely at this designation for my mind to ignore this.
(A)
"I'm terribly sorry." (E)
(A)
If she says it like this... kinda.
(M)
"N-no, I don't think so. You're probably going to be treated like the drones. Which means you'd work as much as you're capable of in exchange for being provided with what you require." (E)
We head out in the early evening after hours of dressing up.
For someone who never wielded much authority, of course aside from her absolute position as the boss in our family, mum got quite quickly used to ordering the drones around.
It didn't even take an hour till she arranged a wide assortment of children's dresses to be delivered directly to the base.
And after this, she really got started.
Those poor girls never had much of a chance.
The nurse ends up in a brown-white servant dress.
It reminds me a little of maid clothing but is a bit more elegant to wear.
The messenger on the other side wears now a classic, black and white butler uniform.
It suits her, but she's still fidgeting with the ridges.
Might feel weird to her to be stuck in this.
And the fact that we're currently on our way to the biggest royal event of the country might not help with the nervousness of those orphans.
I suppose Honiu in her disinterest doesn't even realize what she's demanding from them.
And I feel as well slightly guilty for their current situation.
I mean, this whole event is hosted because of me.
Also, without me, Honiu would presumably never have showed up here and they... well, wouldn't have ended up with severe mutations, stuck in those gaudy clothes chosen by my mother.
What am I saying?
I am totally responsible for everything that happened to them!
At least I should check if they're fine.
"Uh, you know. I wanted to ask you if you're alright." (E)
It's the messenger girl who speaks first.
Yes, I know it's wrong to refer to them like this, but their pheromones just point too intensely at this designation for my mind to ignore this.
(A)
"I'm terribly sorry." (E)
(A)
If she says it like this... kinda.
(M)
"N-no, I don't think so. You're probably going to be treated like the drones. Which means you'd work as much as you're capable of in exchange for being provided with what you require." (E)
