He paused, fanning his wings slightly, as he surveyed the scene outside, stifling 
the urge to sweatdrop. Daidouji-san seemed to be having fun, at least...

	How did he get himself into this situation, again?

	/Well,/ his false form piped up, somewhere in the back of his mind, /Eriol-san 
wrote the script./

	Clow. He should have known.

	/...And Tomoyo-san wanted to film it. And even To-ya thought it was cute./

	/And,/ Yukito continued, just a touch smugly, /We all know you can't stand it 
when Sakura-chan cutes at you./

	/Ex-*cuse* me?/ he asked, a miffed tone in his voice.

	His false form just threw a memory at him.

	//His mistress, after falling victim to another of Daidouji-san's fashion disasters 
again, stood in front of him, twirling something pink and lacy between her fingers in a 
nervous gesture. After a little dubious double-taking and suspension of disbelief, he 
concluded that it was a hat.

	"A-anou, Yue-san..." She began, turning slightly red.

	"...Yes?"

	"...Tomoyo-chan'sfilmingarenditionofRapunzelbasedonEriol-kun'sscriptandtheywantyouto
playthemainpart."

	Yue blinked. His mistress gasped for air for a couple of seconds, before looking 
up with a winsome smile on her still blushing face.

	"Please?"//

	If Yue was any less than what he was, he would have winced. Instead, he glared out 
of the window, where his mistress was busily creating the set, under the direction of 
Daidouji-san and with a little help from Eriol.

	As he watched, Daidouji-san paused whatever she was saying to Eriol and turned 
towards the window he was looking out of, beckoning him with a gesture.

	/I think she wants you to go outside,/ Yukito said helpfully. /Maybe to take a 
look at the costumes./

	With a sigh and another glare for good measure, Yue stepped out of the house.

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	Eriol flipped through the script with one hand, eyeing the pile of paper on the 
table in front of him with some distaste. He could still hear the vague noises of rustling 
cloth somewhere behind him, as Tomoyo unpacked the costumes she had made for the filming.

	"Keroberosu, give me a hand and help me find something, please?"

	The Sun Guardian flew over and looked suspiciously at the pile. "What do you want?"

	"Blue paper, purple ink. English. Clow's and my handwriting."

	Keroberosu shrugged and perched himself on the edge of the table, digging at the 
miniature mountain without enthusiasm. Eriol reapplied himself to editting the script. 

	/Let me see... Spinel will kill me if I make him Nakuru's familiar, of course.../ 
he mused, making the appropriate changes to the cast list. /Now, about Kero.../

	Just then, the winged mouse's high-pitched, accented voice sounded, as if on cue. 
"'Me'. 'Bad hair days.' 'Green tea ice cream.' 'Nakuru glomping Touya-san.' Uh, Eriol, 
what /is/ this?"

	"Oh, you found it?" Eriol neatly plucked the sheet of light blue paper out of 
Kero's grasp. "It's just a list, nothing that would interest you." He placed the paper in 
front of him and returned his attention to the script. /Hmm, maybe having Kero be Yue's only 
companion in the tower, if Nakuru gets Spinel... too much of a stretch of Kero bursts into 
random song? Nah, Keroberosu singing is not something I'd inflict on anybody, and Tomoyo-san 
would not be amused.../

	Eriol was peripherally aware of Yue coming out of the house and gliding past him 
onto the set, apparently at Tomoyo-san's behest. 

	A quiet murmur, and more rustling cloth.

	He stopped working on the script. There was a long pause, charged with enough 
emotion that he could almost taste it. Another murmur.

	A longer pause.

	"No way," he heard Yue say, in that quiet, carefully neutral yet intense tone of 
voice that meant that Yue was trying his best not to slip out of character and scream 
bloody murder, "Are you going to get me to wear that."

	Eriol smiled, pulled out a pen, and serenely wrote 'The prospect of being forced 
into a dress.' at the bottom of the list.