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.... Ah screw it.
Kuudere.
Specifically because I find something incredibly appealing with the notion that you have to earn it. It's like having to peel away at a fruit with a thick skin for a long time until you reach the tasty sweet inner core. You get minute and often subtle glimpses of the person inside the facade-like exterior to see a very different person within, like a mystery that needs to be solved if you ever want to know the truth. It's the curiosity that you know there's something there, something different, probably something unique, but you can't quite see it or grasp it yet until you place your effort into it. Eventually you think that if you try hard enough you'll find a greater attraction to what it is you find especially if it turns out to be what you were looking for all along and then some.
Aaaand I've spoken enough in obtuse and needlessly complicated metaphors.
Whatever. Kuuderes. They fascinate me to no end. There, I said it, leave me alone.
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