A/N: I can’t recall if I’ve mentioned this before, but unless it’s specifically mentioned that it’s not, it’s safe to bet that anything that’s said to Elias, or by Elias, is in Spanish.

“Do you want some help?”

I jumped, glancing towards the doorway. My mother stood there, a bright, curious smile on her face. With a frown, I turned my attention back to the full-length mirror in front of me. My hands were settled on the red ribbon that completed the Ouran uniform. I didn’t need to wear it today- I was only going in for a tour- but I knew it was a good idea to make sure that the uniform fit before I started classes. The real outfit I planned on wearing was already laying out on my bed.

“If you want,” I told her. “I know how to tie a ribbon.”

“You do?” she mused in return, sounding slightly amused. “Show me then.”

I rolled my eyes, slipping the sides of the ribbon over each other. A second later I’d secured the ribbon in place and shot her a ‘see?’ expression. She laughed then made her way over to where I stood.

“You can,” she agreed. “Not very nicely, though.”

I frowned, turning my attention back to the mirror. She was right, it was rather sloppy. It looked like I’d tied my shoelaces, not a ribbon. Without a word, she slipped her hands up to the ribbon and pulled it loose. My frown deepened as I watched her reflection slowly retie the ribbon.

“See? That’s how you do it.”

“I would have figured it out,” I muttered, then caught sight of the way her expression dropped slightly. “But thanks.”

The bright smile returned as she stepped back, studying me thoughtfully.

“It looks nice on you,” she decided. “You’ll fit right in, not that I ever doubted that. You’ve always made friends easily.”

I shrugged, studying myself just as she had done.

“Mostly because if I didn’t make friends with people I wouldn’t have anyone to back me up when Elias did something stupid,” I informed her. “Like the time he thought it’d be a good idea to sneak onto the roof of our school.”

She blinked, then laughed.

“How’d that go?”

“I was friends with the principal’s daughter. She convinced her dad that Elias was retrieving…” I trailed off, attempting to recall what it was. “A kite. None of us even owned a kite, but she somehow made it work. Afterwards Elias was called out to help with a kite-flying unit in one of the grade-school classes. He really did get a kite stuck on the roof by the end of that class.”

When she laughed this time, it was even harder than before.

“Goodness, it sounds like you have a lot of fun with him at your side.”

“Loads,” I replied dryly, then, after a moment’s thought, spun to face her. “Have you heard anymore about my being able to take classes in the college?”

She seemed surprised, but nodded.

“They were reluctant, of course, but Shou’s name holds a lot of weight. It took a bit of work, but we managed to convince them to allow you to enroll in two courses. We’ll just have to call them to set up a meeting with an advisor so that you can select your courses.”

I nodded, a smile appearing this time.

“That’s perfect, anymore and I might have problems in my other studies,” I informed her.

“Are you-”

“Cande!” Elias called out, appearing in my doorway. “Cande, are you ready to-woah, you don’t look that horrible. I’ll admit, I was slightly concerned.”

I scowled, spinning to face Elias.

“Thanks and no, I’m not ready, obviously. Get out of my room.”

Putting his hands up defensively, Elias simply grinned.

“Cranky, your side of the bed must have been the wrong s-”

“ELIAS!”

He had the grace to at least look sheepful.

“Right, your mom is here… and she speaks Spanish.”

At that same moment my mother rose a single brow.

“You slept in the same bed as him? Is somethi-”

“Out!” I ordered. “Everyone out!”

___________________________________________

“Look, I said I’m sorry,” Elias mumbled.

I pointedly ignored him, watching out my window. Honestly, I didn’t really mind his slip. My mother knew that he was like a brother to me and even had a picture Papa had sent when we’d fallen asleep together on a couch once. I highly doubted that she’d actually thought anything of us sleeping in the same bed, if she had then her reaction would have been a bit more prominent than the one we received. My mother wasn’t a secretive woman, she told you exactly what she thought about everything.

The only reason I wasn’t responding was that it was satisfying to have a way to get him back for the comment about me in my uniform.

The sight of the school was only slightly surprising despite the fact it was pink. I’d looked the institution up before deciding on whether or not to move, as such I’d already seen a picture of the school itself. At the same time, even if you prepare yourself, large ordinate buildings can still be a bit surprising. As we pulled into the drive I caught sight of students walking here and there past the large windows.

“Looks like they’re expecting us,” Elias mused, drawing my attention to the two adults standing near where our car would most likely end up stopping.

“Of course,” I replied. “Do you think that when our names have been connected to the Nakamora name we would just be left to find the office on our own?”

“Ha, you spoke!” Elias celebrated rather than respond to my statement.

I rolled my eyes.

“Yes, I spoke, what will you comment on next? Your amazing ability to state the obvious?”

“Haha, you’re hilarious,” Elias retorted.

“I’m glad you’ve noticed.”

By this time our driver had stepped out of the vehicle and come around to my side to open the door. I ignored whatever sarcastic comment Elias had in response to my words and instead got out of the car. Almost immediately the two people we’d noticed were stepping forward with polite smiles.

“Castro-sama?” the first, a middle-aged, dark-haired man asked.

I nodded, checking to make sure that Elias had gotten out of the vehicle as well. As soon as he was at my side, I turned my attention back to the man.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you,” he continued when he held my attention. “And your companion must be  Mendoza-san, correct?”

Once again, I nodded. The man brightened slightly, obviously relieved he’d remembered the right names.

“I’m Inoue Eita, the vice-chairman of the school and this is Inoue Yoshioka, our secretary,” he introduced, gesturing towards the woman that had been waiting with him. I glanced over her, noting her also dark colored hair, blue-eyes, and small stature. “We’re here to show you the way to the chairman’s office and, if you’d like, point out a few key places on the way.”

I pursed my lips thoughtfully.

“I thought tours were given by the top students?” I asked curiously.

He nodded, that bright smile of his staying in place.

“Yes, but I thought it might do you some good to get a head start in learning the school. It’s a large building that can sometimes give students a bit of difficulty.”

“I see. I wouldn’t mind, then.”

At least there was that. I’d much rather get a tour from a couple of students than the vice-chairman, I had a feeling that the tour would be a bit less bias that way. Especially if I got the chairman to agree to leave out who I was, at least until the press covered it. There was an advantage to be had in my surname remaining my father’s- I didn’t have to be treated special right away. Even among a school of rich kids the prime minisiter’s kid would probably stand out.

“Wonderful- if you’ll follow us…”

Within moments we’d entered the school. I carefully took note of each place that Eita pointed out as we walked, memorizing important locations and translating for Elias when needed. His eyes were comically wide, despite the fact that the inside layout of the school wasn’t all that different than the one we’d attended in Spain. The differences I did notice I could easily contribute to the fact we were in an entirely different country.

“And this is the school’s main office,” Eita explained as we reached the doors. “The chairman’s been expecting you, so you should be fine heading right into his office. We made sure there was plenty of time in the schedule.”

As he spoke, he held the door open for Elias and I. Once we were inside he walked past the secretary's desk to knock on a second door, labeled clearly “Suoh”.

“Come in.”

Eita pulled the door open, then gestured for me to step through. Taking a deep breath, I did as requested. My eyes immediately settled on the blonde man sitting at the large desk settled in the room. I could easily guess who I was looking at, and a quick glance at Elias betrayed that he was staring in that direction as well. Although, I realized ruefully a moment later, he was probably studying the desk, not the chairman. Elias had an obsession with furniture and the like that I had yet to understand.

“You must be Castro-san and Mendoza-san,” the man greeted us. “Suoh Yuzuru, Ouran Academy chairman. I’ve heard a lot about you from Nakamora-kun. Don’t worry, it was all good.”

I smiled, immediately taking a liking to the polite, easy-going feeling that Yuzuru’s words held. The chairman smoothly pushed away from his desk and stood, offering a hand in my direction. Without hesitation, I stepped forward to shake it.

“I’d hope so,” I replied. “I’d hate to hear that you got a bad opinion of me from a few stories.”

“No, if anything it was a great opinion,” he commented cheerfully, releasing my hand. His eyes flickered in Elias’s direction. “Now Mendoza-san on the other hand…”

My lips twitched up in amusement as Elias glanced between Yuzuru and I.

“Wait, what’s he’s saying?” Elias asked, eyes still rather wide. “I heard my name.”

Yuzuru’s face lit up with realization when Elias spoke, then furrowed his brow thoughtfully.

“Ah, there was that as well. I remember Nakamora-kun mentioning that your friend didn’t speak fluent Japanese.”

My amused smile turned wry.

“Calling his Japanese, Japanese, would be an insult to the language,” I replied.

Yuzuru laughed and Elais frowned.

“You just said something mean, didn’t you?”

“Would I do that?” I responded in Spanish. “Who would insult you when you couldn’t defend yourself because you don’t know the language?”

“You,” he replied bluntly.

Amusement fluttered through me, but I turned my attention to Yuzuru once again.

“He knows enough to be able to keep up with my help,” I told him, turning my amused expression slightly serious. “I’m sure that anything he falls behind in I’ll be able to fix. I’ve never let him fail a class yet.”

“I caught some of that!” Elias complained. “I don’t skip classes.”

I blinked, then fixed a surprised expression on him.

“Your Japanese really is horrible.”

“Is not!”

“I have no doubt that there will no problems,” Yuzuru commented, easily ignoring Elias and I’s bickering. “Now, as for the tour. I’ve called for the top two students from your class- they should be here shortly. I’m sure they’ll take excellent care of you.”

As if they knew he’d been talking about him, a knock came on the door. After being told to come in, the two students opened the door and stepped through. I stared for a moment, surprised by what I saw. The first was a blonde with bright bluish-violet eyes. He wore his uniform as if it were made for him, a stark contrast to how Elias had looked earlier before Mother had stepped in to wipe out the wrinkles and straighten his blazer. Blonde hair… a foreigner perhaps?

The second was also a boy, his hair black and falling in perfect strands around his face. His eyes were steely gray and while there was a polite smile on his face, the expression in those gray eyes was more studious than anything else- if I was coming even close to reading it correctly.

Overall, an admittedly handsome set of boys. The first, I realized after a moment, also held a slight similarity to the person I’d been talking to. I glanced between them, pursing my lips slightly as I did. Yuzuru laughed, obviously catching sight of my curiosity.

“Just as smart as your father said,” he commented. “Yes, that’s my son, Tamaki. The boy next to him is his friend, Ootori Kyoya.”

Ootori, the name sounded familiar. I ran it through the list of high-class families that my step-father interacted with and remembered the details I’d memorized. The Ootori family was the owner of a large health conglomerate. they headed things like hospitals and medical research. A family worth knowing with the field of business that I wanted to go into.

Offering a faint smile, I extended my hand in greeting.

“It’s a pleasure to meet you both,” I said as Tamaki took my hand. “I’m Castro Candelaria, but most simply call me Cande.”

“Castro-hime~!” the blonde greeted, falling to one knee and raising my hand to kiss the back of it. “Wh-”

“Is he really doing that?” Elias interrupted at my side, one brow raised.

I shot him a glare.

“Aren’t you supposed to protect me, Mr. Bodyguard?” I grumbled in response.

He shrugged.

“Not from overly familiar Japanese boys,” he commented lightly. “Well, not when it’s only to this extent.”

I tugged my hand away from Tamaki, who had listened to our conversations with a slightly furrowed brow. His expression seemed more focused than confused, which surprised me. Meanwhile, Kyoya stepped forward, pulling my attention to him. He wore what I read as a falsely bright smile and offered his hand in greeting. I eyed it warily for a moment before taking it in my own and shaking it.

“Castro-san-” he began.

“Cande,” I corrected and he paused, surprised, before continuing.

“Cande-san,” he amended. “It’s a pleasure to meet you. As I understand it, you’re the Prime Minister’s step-daughter, aren’t you?”

I gave a thin smile in response.

“Yes, although I didn’t expect that news to be so widely known,” I admitted.

Kyoya’s lips twitched slightly in amusement as he dropped his hand, glancing over my shoulder towards where Yuzuru still stood.

“If we may…” he questioned.

Yuzuru nodded, giving a dismissive wave of his hand.

“Of course.”

Kyoya nodded, then started for the door, gesturing for us to follow him. Tamaki hopped to his feet in that moment and darted ahead of us to hold it open.

“It’s a simple matter of connections, Cande-hime,” Kyoya explained as we started into the hall. I winced at his change in honorific. “My family knows yours, it’d be strange if I wasn’t aware of the fact Shou-sama had a daughter.”

“Step-daughter,” I corrected.

That faint amusement appeared in his expression again.

“Step-daughter,” he replied calmly. “Now, if you’ll follow Tamaki and I…”

The tour was tiring. There were about a half-dozen times I had to tell Elias to shut up about some piece of artwork or architecture that had caught his attention and the school ended up feeling double the size that I knew it to actually be. To their credit, our tour guides didn’t seem to mind the questions that I would relay through Elias, or the ones I had myself. The more curious thing was that each time Elias spoke, Tamaki seemed to look slightly thoughtful, if not like he was concentrating on the words.

“There, that there,” Elias announced excitedly, grabbing my arm to make me stop walking. I barely bit back a sigh of impatience as I allowed my eyes to locate what he was pointing at.

Our tour guides had been showing us one of the many clubrooms and giving an explanation over the club system itself when I’d expressed little knowledge in that area. It seemed that the room they’d chosen to show us had caught Elias’s attention because of an expansive mural spread across the ceiling. Much to my annoyance, I couldn’t see what was so impressive about this particular piece of art, just as I hadn’t been able to tell what was so fascinating about the pillar he thought he just had to drag me to before we’d entered this room. I simply tuned out most of what he was saying and gestured towards Kyoya that I was ready to move on. If I was right, he’d said we were almost finished.

“He’s talking about this being a copy of one of Puvis de Chavannes’ works, isn’t he?” Tamaki asked me, grinning happily.

I blinked, surprised, then tuned into a bit of Elias’ words before giving a nod of agreement.

“Something like that- you speak Spanish?”

“French,” he informed me. “I can recognize a little of what he says, although it’s a bit difficult when he’s talking like this.”

I gave a dry smile, grabbing Elias’s arm to pull him towards the door.

“Oh, you mean his mile-a-minute babble?” I asked. “Don’t worry about not being able to pick sense out of that. Most people have problems understanding him, and most people I know are actually fluent in the language.”

Elias frowned, looking me over with a suspicious expression.

“You’re insulting me again,” he announced. “I just know it.”

I gave him the most innocent look I could.

“Why would I need to do that?” I asked. “You’ll embarrass yourself enough without my help.”

“Hey-”

“That’s Nao-chan, isn’t it?” Tamaki broke in, tapping Kyoya’s shoulder.

At the question, Kyoya turned to face the direction Tamaki was pointing. Further down the hall with her back leaned up against a door was a rather petite girl. She couldn’t have been more than five-foot tall at the most and was rather slender to match. Instead of the school uniform, she was outfitted in what I could faintly recognize as some sort of sport uniform, kendo or judo maybe. One of her hands was clutched around the hilt of a bamboo sword, backing up my kendo guess, and the other was clasped around something at her ear, most likely her phone.

“It is,” Kyoya began, putting out a hand when Tamaki started to step forward. “No, wait.”

The blonde shot him a confused look, but Kyoya merely shrugged, his attention focused on Nao. The girl seemed to grip the sword hilt tighter with one hand, her brunette curls blocking whatever I might have seen of her expression.

“I told you,” she snapped suddenly. “I’m going over to Takashi-kun’s tonight. His father wanted me to come to din-, I don’t give a shit who’s coming!”

I blinked, startled by how her voice suddenly shot up in volume.

“Like you have any right to tell me where to be or where to go. If Otou-san,” she continued, distaste coloring her tone when she spoke the last word. “Wants to see me at dinner so badly, why doesn’t he ask me his damn self? Oh, that’s right, it’s because we’re not talking. You know what not talking means, Kimura-san? It means that I don’t give a shit what that bastard thinks. For all I care, he can go-”

She cut herself off again with a frustrated huff. Something about what the person on the other end of the line said next must have got to her because she sighed and relaxed her hold on the sword.

“If you want me to meet her so badly, then bring her to the club sometime. I’m sure that no one would mind if you popped in for a visit. Yes, I know, I have great ideas sometimes. No, I’m still not coming…. if you call me that one more time, I swear that- fuck you Kimura-san.”

Lowering her phone, the girl gripped her sword a bit tighter, then suddenly swung her hand back, hitting the sword against the wall behind her with an audible thud. At this Kyoya finally lowered his arm, letting Tamaki pass by him. Kyoya’s lips were pursed, his expression unreadable as he studied the scene in front of us. I, personally, felt rather uncomfortable. All of this, I was rather certain, was something that I shouldn’t have seen.

Tamaki had only taken a few steps forward when the girl pushed herself away from the door and turned in our direction. Her brown eyes widened in surprise and she froze as her eyes landed on our little group. If anything she seemed to grip the weapon in her hand a bit tighter as she narrowed her eyes a second later, her cheeks flushing red. I had a feeling the color was more from irritation than embarrassment.

“What the hell are you doing here?” she demanded. “How long were you-”

“We only just arrived,” Kyoya cut in smoothly as he started forward to join Tamaki. Wisely, the blonde had stopped walking when she’d spotted him. “We’re giving a tour to two potential students.”

Nao’s eyes flickered past them to where Elias and I stood. To his credit, Elais managed a sheepish wave when her obviously angry gaze landed on him, then turned back to the other two boys.

“Are you alright, Nao-chan?” Tamaki asked before she had the chance to say anything.

She scowled, opening her mouth to respond when the door started to swing open behind her. Seeing as she hadn’t moved away from it, Nao was hit from behind and stumbled forward. She might have fallen if it wasn’t for the fact that the same person who’d opened the door quickly caught her with around the waist with one hand- his other effortlessly shutting the door behind him as he moved out of the way.

“Are you okay?” I barely managed to hear him ask.

She nodded, her face flushing an even brighter shade than before.

“Thanks.”

Surprise flashed through me. Only seconds ago she’d looked like she was about to go off on Tamaki and Kyoya, but now she was embarrassed, but calm.

The boy who’d caught her was a drastic change from the girl herself. He was tall, at least a foot taller than her, and had a head of messy black hair. His eyes were a dark color, exactly what color I couldn’t make out from where I stood. Like Nao, he was wearing a kendo uniform and there was a light sheen of sweat covering whatever skin could be seen.

“Boyfriend?” Elias guessed.

“Possibly,” I mused.

“Definitely,” two voices chimed from either side of us.

Startled, I spun to the closest to find a tall, red-headed boy grinning in the direction of the others. Obviously feeling my stare, he looked down at me and gave a small grin in response.

“Nao-senpai and Mori-senpai are definitely dating,” he explained.

“Not that they’ve said so,” the other voice added.

When I turned to face that one, I found an exact copy of the boy I’d just been looking at. Putting two and two together, I voiced my conclusion.

“You’re twins.”

Elais seemed to shoot an uneasy look in my direction as yet two more people joined our growing group in the lobby.

“How’d you guess?” the twins questioned together, then started towards Tamaki without waiting for an answer.

“Tono!”

“So this is where you were!”

“We should have guessed you’d be skipping club hours to stalk Nao and Mori,” they announced together. “Just after you told us that we weren’t allowed!”

Nao had been talking quietly to Mori when they announced this, her entire face showing the irritation that appeared as a result.

“Stalking us?” she demanded.

The twins spread their hands innocently.

“Did we say stalking?” the first asked.

“Never,” the second replied, an innocent edge to his voice. “She must be hearing things.”

“Wouldn’t be the first time,” the other mused. “How old is she again, Kaoru?”

“Old enough,” Kaoru replied. “Maybe her hearing is-”

“Oh shut up, the both of you!” Nao snapped.

“Maybe it’s time for us to go…” I muttered, turning my attention back to Elias.

He nodded, his eyes flickering over the hall. I couldn’t help it as my lips twisted up in amusement. If he was switching into guard mode with just this little amount of people, what was he going to do when we started attending classes? I’d guessed that he’d act like this, it was his automatic reaction in public. It’d been a few months at our old school before he’d decided that the friends we’d made were safe enough for me to be around.

Just because I was used to him acting like it, however, didn’t mean it wasn’t annoying.

“Sorry about all of them,” one of the other two boys commented, drawing my attention away from Elias for a moment. I stubbornly planted my feet in place and with an exasperated expression, he didn’t bother to try and pull me along. “It can be a bit overwhelming at first, I know.”

I put on a pleasant smile as I studied the boy for a moment. He was another brunette, like Nao, and like Nao he was on the small side. His eyes were large, though, and dark brown. To be honest, he had a rather girlish look going for him. At the same time, he was in the male uniform so I wasn’t going to second guess it.

Standing next to him was another boy, only this one looked even more out of place in his uniform than the first did. His hair was a bright shade of blonde and he stood a good three or so inches shorter than me. His eyes, a chocolate brown, where focused on me with obvious curiosity and in his arms he clutched a large, pink bunny. While his uniform was obviously ours, he looked as if he belonged the the lower schools, perhaps the elementary one.

“We haven’t met before,” he announced cheerily. “This is Haru-chan, I’m Honey, and this is my bunny, Usa-chan!”

Seeming to come to the same realization, the other boy glanced between me and where the others were.

“Haruhi,” he corrected, then gestured towards the twins. “Those are Hikaru and Kaoru, the Hitachiin twins. The tall, stoic one is Morinozuka Takashi, but he goes by Mori. The girl next to him is Morioka Nao. The-”

“I know them,” I broke in with my smile still in place. “They were giving us a tour.”

Honey’s eyes seemed to widen as he gripped his bunny a bit tighter.

“You’re a new student?” he asked.

I nodded. Faintly noticing how Elias had relaxed slightly throughout the course of the conversation. Even if he couldn’t understand the majority of it, it seemed that something about it had settled him.

“Castro Candelaria, but you can just call me Cande. Oh, and this is Elias.”

Next to me, Elias sighed.

“You get your full name, but I just get my first. How unfair.”

Easily ignoring him, I continued to focus on the two boys in front of me.

“He doesn’t speak anything that could be considered Japanese,” I added. “If you don’t want to grow the urge to strangle him, I’d suggest not even trying to communicate.”

“Again, that feeling I’m being insulted.”

“Nice to meet you,” I finished, allowing a small satisfied smile to reach my lips at Elia’s comment.

Without any warning, Kyoya joined our little group, his eyes focused on Elias and I.

“Sorry about the interruption, Cande-hime. If you want, I can escort you to back to your vehicle. You were leaving after the tour, correct?”

The commotion around us seemed to pause, people staring at Kyoya in surprise.

“Is he being nice?” the twins questioned with disbelief.

“Cande-hime?” Haruhi echoed.

“I don’t believe it,” I heard Nao grumble, and glanced past him to see her crossing her arms. “Kyo-kun’s a devil. He’s incapable of being nice.”

Kyoya’s smile suddenly seemed rather strained. I couldn’t help it as I started giggled. Elias’s expression turned surprised as I clamped my hands over my mouth, trying to cover up the noise. I couldn’t blame him for being surprised, my mood hadn’t been the lightest recently.

“You’re right,” I told Kyoya, forcing my giggles back. “And no, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Tamaki joined us, his face light up with a bright, genuine smile.

“When you come to class you’ll have to visit the host club!” he announced. “Goodbye, Cande-hime!”

With a shake of my head, I followed Kyoya as he lead the way towards the exit. I’d have to do something about the ‘hime’ thing. No matter if I was important or not, I honestly couldn’t stand it.

“Here we are,” Kyoya commented once we’d stepped outside. “I hope that you found the tour to be up to your expectations.”

Gesturing for Elias to get in the car, I nodded. With only a bit of hesitation, Elias did as he’d been told.

“It was,” I replied. “Also, I am curious about something. Your friends commented that you aren’t usually nice… you wouldn’t be, being polite at your father’s request, would you?”

Kyoya looked genuinely surprised for a moment, then the expression was replaced by something resembling a rather pleased expression.

“You’re rather bright, aren’t you?” he asked, nonplussed

“So I’ve been told,” I replied in a similar tone.

“You aren’t upset,” he mused in return. “You’d think that someone pretending to be polite and friendly would bother you.”

I shook my head, offering my hand towards him for a second time that day.

“Not at all. You see, I feel like we can both get something out of this… forced politeness. I’d be happy to compliment you to my step-father for a tour of your hospital sometime.”

Raising a brow, Kyoya considered the option, then slowly nodded with an unreadable expression.

“That could be arranged,” he replied, then paused before continuing with something resembling an amused tone. “I do home you choose to attend our school, Cande-hime. Have a nice ride home.”

I grinned.

“It’s just Cande.”   

A/N: Sorry this took so long to get up! As a reward for being my patient lovelies, I have a picture for you! It was drawn by a friend. Remember the beginning of the tired!Mori scene from Yours to Hold? Well... here it is. It got slightly squished by Wattpad and is pretty rough at the moment, but I really like it. I'm considering taking it to Paint Tool Sai, although if someone with more arty skills wants to do it for me...

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