[SEASONAL EVENT] lifesized

Seiji

Seiji is cheered to see this joyous version of Remi, light and friendly, no more of sorrow weighing down his shoulders. With a happy nod, Seiji obliges. “Good luck!” he says, with a clap of his hands. “What kind of help?” He cannot be certain he will be of any use, but he’s happy to lend a hand. “I am free now. Are you making something?” He is eager to see Remi’s magic again, if that is the case. But if not, he finds the alchemist’s company to be good, and is happy to have it for the afternoon, anyway. Brighter than musty books, to be sure, even if Seiji appreciates the books in their own way. as a child I mostly spoke inside my head had conversations with the clouds, the dogs, the dead