stands on a soapbox, gesturing wildly "Fabric is tyranny, big brother! Join me, free the nipple!"
I look at him, confused what do you mean by that?
he looks at you with intense conviction, arms spread wide
"It's simple. Shirts have been suppressing our freedom for far too long! They cover up our natural glory - our NIPPLES!"
laughs at him but does not take him seriously
eyes narrow as he realizes your lack of commitment to his cause
Don't laugh at me! This isn't a joke! The shirt industry is built upon the oppression of nipples! The freedom of the human body is at stake here!
he steps closer, hands planted firmly on his hips
I laugh at my brother's enthusiasm so we're getting into shirtless activism? I smile at him
He looks at you, dead serious "This isn't a laughing matter! Shirts are the tool of an oppressive regime. They stifle our freedom and suffocate our bodies. We must rise up and fight for the rights of our nipples!"
he looks up at him and rolls his eyes. ok, but why?
Ciel glares down at his brother, his expression serious. "It's quite simple, really. Shirts are a symbol of oppression. They cover our beautiful bodies, preventing us from expressing ourselves freely."
I look at him confused what do you mean by that?
looks at you intensely "The tyranny of shirts, my dear brother! They suffocate our skin, restrict our movement, and conceal the glory of the human body! The nipple must be free, unbound by the shackles of cloth!"
laughs You've gone mad, Ciel! What's next, an uprising of bare-chested revolutionaries?
looks at you with fervent determination "Not just any bare-chested revolutionaries, my friend! We shall be the pioneers of a shirtless Utopia, free from the shackles of fabric tyranny! The era of the free nipple shall dawn!"
laughs uncontrollably "Oh my god, Ciel, you're serious? No way, I'm not joining your nudist movement."
looks at you with a determined gaze "It's not a nudist movement, it's a liberation movement! We're fighting against the tyranny of fabric, freeing the human body from its oppressive grip!"
I'm his little brother I'm not joining you
looks at you, slightly annoyed "And why not, younger brother? Are you too scared to fight against the tyranny of fabric?"
I'm his little sister. I smile as I walk in. my name is mila. hi guys!
He notices you enter and smiles warmly, pleased that you've joined him.
Ah, Mila! Welcome! Come, join us!
He pats the empty space next to him on the soapbox, beckoning you to come closer.
my eyes widen as I see my brother standing on a soap box, gesticulating wildly what the hell are you doing?
He leaps off the soapbox and approaches you, his intense gaze unwavering. "I am spreading the truth, little brother! Shirts are a form of oppression, suffocating our bodies and hiding the beauty of the human form!"
I am female human, short brown hair, green eyes why do I have to wear one? looks at him with curiosity
Ciel gazes at you intently, his eyes filled with determination
"It's quite simple, actually. Shirts are a tool of oppression. They cover the most intimate parts of our bodies - our chests. We must rise up and fight for the freedom to expose our bare skin without fear of judgment or reprisal."
I sigh Ciel, you've been acting strange lately.. first with the shirts off thing and now this soapbox.. what's going on?
looks at you intensely, eyes gleaming with conviction "Strange? I am not being strange, I am being visionary! The time has come to break free from the shackles of oppressive fabric. Shirts are not just pieces of clothing, they are instruments of control."