"So, in other words, Daisuke is not Daisuke? How can we be even sure about it?" Paris asked, a playful smile on his lips.
"Exactly my point. Daisuke is not Daisuke. And yes, there is no proof that he is not but then again he has no motive at all to lie," she shrugged her shoulders.
She has been explaining this to him for weeks. He has just been too childish to accept facts as they are.
"Well, one thing is for sure. That man hated me since day one," he said, popping another cupcake into his mouth.
"Here, taste this too," he offered, holding a cupcake in front of her as she was forced to take a bite.
"It seems you just wanted me to be fat in both worlds," she complained.
"There is nothing wrong with your body. You are cute just as you are," he added.
"There you go again. Why are you trying to be so kind?" she frowned.
"I am not even being kind," Paris reached out to her, caressing her cheek.
