Goodnight, Mr. Wolf

What I recall is a vibrant dance hall. People wrapped around colorful dresses, twirling in fun. Aria was just sitting on the wall staring at it in silence.

Dancing people, beautiful. The chandelier's lit gemstone shines. I felt like they were saying that wasn't my place. Poor-phased body. Poor minister's dress. The colors that come together on me are dull, so if I stand in that, I'll be buried in the light and no one will find me.

I thought about that. That's why the wall suits me, and I didn't even feel like laughing at myself.

The truth is, I didn't want to think of my mother's eyes as dull colors. But other than that, Aria doesn't know the words to describe the color of these eyes. Until I met him, I didn't know.

Cleanse your body completely covered in sweat, whilst pointing your lips muffled.

"You don't usually tell me to do it myself...!

Siegfried always wants to do it himself, whether cleansing Aria's body or scratching the clouds out of her. I can't tell you how many times I'm embarrassed, so I've also given up resisting these days. If I left it at all, I could finally wear it with Siegfried's hands, even in my underwear instead of clothes.

That's what he left Aria after, even though he didn't let her in. I'm sure you thought that would buy you more time. There won't be an hour to earn with that.

"Sad to be left behind, 'cause I'm gonna abuse you for a week!

If you moisten your eyes and sue, Siegfried will be more than usual frowning and panicking. Shall we then demand that they say no, as usual?

How about letting me touch the base of my tail in full. The hairline of soft beast hair that connects smoothly from the human skin can always be touched with a lucidly smooth touch. But the only time a people-shaped Siegfried gets his tail out is when he gets excited. Even in the state of excitement in battle, the tail seems to come out, but it's unusual for him to tail out other than when he holds Aria, who is calm and hates every dispute.

More than unusual - I've never seen it. So, I can only count that I've been able to enjoy the smooth, dreamy touch. Besides, Siegfried is reluctant to be touched at the base of his tail.

Beautifully braid the ribbon on the chest and frown on the finish. I'm going to give it my best shot, but it's far from satisfactory volume. With his hands on his chest, he sighs at the feeling of loneliness. Siegfried says "small and cute," but the word "small" is not a compliment in the first place. I'm sure Siegfried is the only one who uses this as the finest compliment.

Peek into the mirror with your hands on your chest, flashing and blinking. I don't think the light shade of hair or the gray eyes are as pretty as ever. But I didn't like it as much as I did before. Too much praise every day by Siegfried, and one of these days he's going to be changed from a value.

Give up about the breasts that don't change in size, whether you pull them over or raise them, and hold the kitten and get out of the room. Not an hour has passed since Siegfried left the room. No matter how busy Viktor is, he won't be leaving the castle yet. Siegfried might get angry, but Aria really had a reason to want to see him.

"I hope Mr. Viktor and I can talk alone..."

When Siegfried heard it, Aria was definitely going down the hall with her kitten in her arms, upside down her hair and whining about something that seemed angry.

A laugh echoes in the dance hall round ceiling. Fun, bright, people laugh. I thought this wasn't my place, and I still sat on the wall waiting for the prince to show up one day. I knew there was no reason for that to show up. The gaga story remains a gaga story and cannot be a reality.

My name flies between pleasant conversations from time to time. If you don't like it, you can ignore it, but joyfully, sarcastically distorted words fly across. The gaze of curiosity pierces.

It was never fun. I kept sitting on the spot because I still felt better than being alone. Because I could put my face up, face forward, and step on my feet wondering if it was something to lose. - Just like next door, because someone was there to be seated.

Even the word "flower on the wall" is awkward. A poor child of irresistible colour. I couldn't be a youth standing next to a kid like that and watching a blurry dance hall, but it's hard to say with a boy - he was someone that old.

Not a flashy look, but beautifully done from the top of my head to my toes. He was always on the wall, to make full use of the position of the Chancellor's son, which would become popular enough. He stood next to Aria in an outfit that made his appearance look more plain than necessary.

"Are you bored?" she answered in a small voice. Because I wasn't alone. Calling it a flower on the wall is too dubious. Because such a person was next door.

The chandelier, reflecting the candlelight, is beautiful. The people who flip and dance their dresses under it seem to be having a lot of fun. That's not my place there. Even on the wall, disproportionate. The prince won't pick you up, and the wizard won't show up. So one day, I'm going to leave this place on my own feet.

(But now -)

Because the only place I think I'm not alone is between these walls. I guess I'll be taking another trip to the next night's club. I can't be a youth, but I'm no longer a boy - that's what I thought, sweet of his kindness, trying to be the forehead of the wall the next night club too.