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Bright nodded. "It's not like I'm going to use my money for anything grand. All I have to do is inherit and my work takes care of the rest. Money isn't an issue, nor is staying alive really. I can be as carefree as I want, and I wouldn't lose anything." She then leaned back in her chair and sighed. "But what matters to me really, is the lives of my friends and whatever flesh I currently possess. Humans don't grow on trees, so it's just a waste of years if I off myself right here and now, wouldn't it?" Bright asked rhetorically, not expecting an answer. She then looked at Chelsea and watched her ears go. They seemed to be fully functional as ears, appearance wise. But were they actually ears doing it's original purpose? How would the structure of these ears look like?“That must be nice.” Albright sighed. The last thing he needed was an eighteen year old-looking girl bragging about how much money she had. He had always been middle class, Chelsea had been lower at one point. Despite that, he was glad that it seemed like they were only taking a bit out of her money. “Is that why you invited to buy us a meal then?” he asked. Chelsea kept getting distracted by the different maid outfits, having never seen them outside of a few books she had looked at. She didn’t feel as if she had much to contribute to the conversation. It wasn’t like she understood a lot about money, she just knew she had to tally it up sometimes. She rocked back and forth in her chair, her ears flicking every time she saw something move a little faster than normal.
“Maybe it would. Maybe it wouldn’t. I’m not really sure.” Ene shrugged, not really knowing why he would ask. She was glad her body was still in one piece. “You’d probably get used to it after awhile.” she thought back to what Bright had said shortly after being in Chelsea’s body. “Then again, maybe you wouldn’t. There’s a lot of maybes.” she shrugged. “Would you be a girl if you had a way to do so?” she asked, leaning forward a little bit.
Virgil coughed a bit, nearly choking on his own saliva when he heard such a question. That question caught him really of guard. After he pulled himself together, he cleared his throat and replied. "I don't know. I probably wouldn't look that good anyway. Plus, I don't think I'd have any clothes that would fit me after the change. Not even the appropriate underwear."