Seras remains huddled into herself even as he quiets, only opening her eyes when that chilling sound rings out into the open room. What on earth is he laughing at?
"A-alfred...?"
She follows his gaze to the mirror, only seeing herself reflected there. It still alarms her to see her own reflection every now and then. The pooka thing made her wary of mirrors as well, unhappy with the weakness of this form compared to what she used to be. Another reason for no one to take her seriously; she knows she looks like some pervert built a stuffed animal.
Reflected here in the mirror now, she looks small and scared and alone.
Alfred is supposed to be reflected in front of her. She can see him with her own eyes, she could touch him with her hands, but it's just as the mirror says.
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Date: 2022-06-10 09:00 pm (UTC)"A-alfred...?"
She follows his gaze to the mirror, only seeing herself reflected there. It still alarms her to see her own reflection every now and then. The pooka thing made her wary of mirrors as well, unhappy with the weakness of this form compared to what she used to be. Another reason for no one to take her seriously; she knows she looks like some pervert built a stuffed animal.
Reflected here in the mirror now, she looks small and scared and alone.
Alfred is supposed to be reflected in front of her. She can see him with her own eyes, she could touch him with her hands, but it's just as the mirror says.
He's not there, anymore.