[ At first he thought he was seeing things, maybe having taken one too many branches to the back of his head, but no, the color Iori saw through the trees was very real and it's a huge relief. The color makes it easy to navigate towards but once he gets there rather than going inside, Iori stands and surveys the house. He may not know a lot of Western fairy tales but he still knows when something's too good to be true.
Still, it is very inviting... ]
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[ Iori's not really sure how this constitutes a reward for something as difficult as feeding a cockatrice, but he picks the little blue book up and opens it anyway. Anyone watching might be able to see, even with the lack of color, how he gets paler still flipping through the pages.
His brother's first day at school is confusing but easy enough to move past. Things get worse from there, though, and by the time he's looking at a picture of himself in a spotlight with his mouth closed, just a single ragged line, while six other figures stare at him, he's clearly uncomfortable. ]
How does anyone know this much about me? Who is telling them this?
Iori Izumi ♭♭IDOLiSH7
[ At first he thought he was seeing things, maybe having taken one too many branches to the back of his head, but no, the color Iori saw through the trees was very real and it's a huge relief. The color makes it easy to navigate towards but once he gets there rather than going inside, Iori stands and surveys the house. He may not know a lot of Western fairy tales but he still knows when something's too good to be true.
Still, it is very inviting... ]
iv
[ Iori's not really sure how this constitutes a reward for something as difficult as feeding a cockatrice, but he picks the little blue book up and opens it anyway. Anyone watching might be able to see, even with the lack of color, how he gets paler still flipping through the pages.
His brother's first day at school is confusing but easy enough to move past. Things get worse from there, though, and by the time he's looking at a picture of himself in a spotlight with his mouth closed, just a single ragged line, while six other figures stare at him, he's clearly uncomfortable. ]
How does anyone know this much about me? Who is telling them this?