[Fandaniel's eyes widen and shimmer as he wills a few tears into them. Crying on command; a vital tool in the kit of a thespian.
He throws his head back and wails.]
Oh! What a cruel thing to say, that you think a man's flesh is not his own. Do you feel this handsome face does not fit the mind behind it? Can I not be pretty and intelligent? Must my being one mean I am not the other?
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[Fandaniel's eyes widen and shimmer as he wills a few tears into them. Crying on command; a vital tool in the kit of a thespian.
He throws his head back and wails.]
Oh! What a cruel thing to say, that you think a man's flesh is not his own. Do you feel this handsome face does not fit the mind behind it? Can I not be pretty and intelligent? Must my being one mean I am not the other?
I...I am wounded.
Truly, I may never recover.