The Barber of La Manchaland Outis/Identity Story

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Identity Story

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	The child is already so busy, so early in the morning.
	Browsing through several layers of fabric, cutting them into shapes, and sewing them in various elaborate patterns with a needle as thick as her fingers.
	And after the busyness passes, she stands in one spot and stares intently at something.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	Hm… This seems slightly off-balance.
	The child quickly sewed together a whole party dress and placed it on a mannequin.
	It looked downright dazzling from a glance, but… perhaps there was something that the child found unsatisfying.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	On a block again?
	A high-pitched click-clack of heels cuts into the quiet, heavy atmosphere of the tailor's room…
	… and a large shadow comes up to the child before coming to a stop.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	Must you keep that parasol unfurled indoors as well? It blurs the colors on my artwork.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Didn't ya know? Sunlight is not the only enemy of maintaining smooth skin. Your harsh lighting doesn't help.
	The other child was garbed in a garish purple dress and carried a large parasol with her. She replies, but doesn't look terribly interested.
	She did not raise her head even once from her nails to look at the child, clearly uninterested in anything else that wasn't her.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	… Hmph. I won't deny that.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	So, what brings you to the tailor's room? Isn't the Parade beginning soon?
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Well, that's exactly why I'm here.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	Okay, which still does not answer my question.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	You're gonna start moping and getting mad if I tell ya that I've been having some… problems with the dress you made.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	Problems?!
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Haah.
	The child, with her nails painted purple as well, let out a small sigh. She could already see how the rest of this conversation was going to go.
	… But she could hardly bring herself to attend the Parade in an imperfect costume, so unfit for the occasion.
	So, unfortunately, she was left without a choice. She had to visit the tailor's room.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	That is simply impossible! I measure and review every single thread that passes through my hands; not to mention that your costume was the one I put my utmost—
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	It's gotten loose down here.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	I lost weight. Not your fault, okay?
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	Wha—
	The child hurriedly approached her with a tape measure.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	It's… true? Have you been skipping your meals…?
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	If by 'meals' you're referring to hemobars that taste like bricks… then no. 'Course not.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	… Well, on the brighter side, this may be a chance to give a stylistic lift to that dress.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	But I worry that your beautiful face may grow sunken.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Then I'll leave that up for you to deal with. It's your job to make me look cute, after all.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	How about a beautiful mask for me?
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	… I suppose I can do that.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	I agree that it is getting increasingly difficult to subsist on hemobars, given our recent… meal.
	The child thinks back to the 'banquet', muttering to herself.
	The child and her Family… hadn't had a real meal like that in a long, long time.
	They had to convince a human, a guest here at La Manchaland…
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	Long did I assume that we were cursed to look hideous without masks… It seems that I was wrong.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	The sheer flavor was one thing, but… I could hardly believe how we managed to go so long without a proper meal.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Mm… it certainly was a pleasant banquet.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	I see that your tailor's scissors have grown as well, thanks to the blood.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	Heh, that's why these scissors work so well now.
	For a moment, the pair seemed to be reminiscing a certain shared memory together…
	… before gritting their teeth.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	I don't suppose… Father will be returning anytime soon.
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	From that adventure… for the helm.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Well, his powers are unparalleled and ineffable. Let's try not to make any hasty guesses.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Still, I guess the whole point in his eyes was that he wanted to go on an adventure like humans do, without his powers as a Bloodfiend, I suppose…
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	… At least for now, yes.
The Princess of La Manchaland ???	Yeah. And once he returns… you know what to do, right?
The Barber of La Manchaland Outis	…….
	Heavy silence fell upon them, but they both read in the eyes of one another a certain agreement.
	A certain agreement to enact a plan… a plan so terrifying, that they couldn't even bring themselves to speak of it.

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