edmundelric entered the shop
“It’s okay,” Michelle assured him—she wasn’t really one to judge, anyways. Sure it was a little odd, but… I doubt it’s something he can help.
Looking down, she stared at the shadows for a moment, returning her gaze then to Edmund. “So these shadows are like… an extension of you or something?” I mean, she was honestly curious—she just hoped it didn’t seem like an intruding question.
Smiling, she raised an eyebrow as he rested his head on top of the back of the chair, his eyes gleaming up at her. Her heart skipped a beat, and she snapped from her staring, quickly responding with, “O-oh. Well. It’s no big deal. I don’t have a lot of work to do today.”
“You sure? I’d hate to be a bother.” He was used to acting as a fly on the wall, so he had no problem with Michelle returning to her work. At least she would still acknowledge he was there if he spoke up.
Unlike his father…
Returning his focus to her earlier question, he shrugged. “I’m not really sure how to explain it, especially if you aren’t familiar with alchemical terms and theories, but… I guess you could consider them to be extensions of me.” After all, the shadows would dissolve into dust if cut off from the main body, just like his physical limbs would.
Michelle offered a small smile. "I'm sure. Besides, I can't just ignore a guest." She closed her eyes. "I may be many things, but not hospitable isn't one of them."
"Oh, I see," she noted, glancing back down at the shadows. "Yeah, I... don't really know much about alchemy," she admitted. "Not really my thing."
Watching for a moment longer, she looked back at him. "It's boring to just sit around, isn't it?" She grinned.
