Phantasmogorical.

she stared at him, her face solemn and unforgiving. her slim fingers trailed down the front of her dress, plucking at the big, red ribbon that sewn at her waist. he lowered his head, gazing down at the sneakers he had been wearing ever since arrived, struggling to compose himself, to regain his balance, his bearings. but the truth was what just took place left him completely shaken inside. while he had no doubt she was baiting him, trying to upset him, get him all riled up and angry, he had no idea why. despite the beautiful outfit and perfect curls, this was one little girl who wasn't made of sugar, spice and everything nice.

完璧な子。