Magnolia@Ciel: ... odd. Are you just perpetually flustered or is there some sort of genetic reason for your pink tipped ears?
Ciel tried not to stare as the ninetales entered their establishment. There was someone who held herself with an air of confidence and power. The leafeon took a breath as she approached, and, oh dear, it was time for this question. Ciel knew it would come up eventually, it was bound to at some point.
āAh⦠Well I suppose itās fair to say a little of both. I suppose itās best not to hide it, my natural talents are part of what make me good at this job. The truth is, Iām not really what I seem.ā
It started with color, the tips of Cielās extremities turning pink. Then form, their body melting down, losing a distinct shape, finishing in the full pink hue and gelatinous form of a ditto.
āIām uh, not much to look at like this thoughā¦ā Their voice hadnāt changed between forms. Not shortly after the words were spoken, the ditto transformed again, the process the exact reverse of what was seen before, the pink, amorphous blob changing and spreading out, gaining tans and greens and browns. It didnāt take long for Ciel to regain their old leafeon shape, though their ears, tilted back, contained a lot more pink than before.
āItās ah⦠a bit embarrassing to be seen like that, I m-much prefer to take on this shape. I just uh⦠Show a little when Iām not paying close enough attention to my form, so, pink ears.ā Ā They said with a nervous little laugh at the end.