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[bookpunching]

You are rethinking of picking me back up, hmmm?

You must know that I have no unfinished business. All that I needed to have done, was.

I suppose there are worse things than being set on a shelf for an indeterminate amount of time...

And no, I do not miss anyone. That has nothing to do with my complacency in the matter of being dragged about where you wish to drag me off to.

Please.

The very idea.

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[petrifying]

...What? _{[He speaks in a bit of a whisper then, completely in disbelief.]}

But how?

[bookpunching]

I couldn't even begin to know.

There are mysteries in this world, Emil, that even I do not know.

[petrifying]

Wow, I thought you knew almost everything Weiss.

_{[That aside! This is exciting! Weiss has a human body and Emil can only just begin to imagine what he looks like. Would he be tall? Short? Younger or older? He always complained like an old man and he was an ancient book. Definitely old. But what else would he look like? Old was just too broad of a description!]}

What's it like, Weiss? <sub>[He's excited and it clearly shows, voice raising in pitch as he tries to will himself to keep his hands contained and tucked away against his chest. He wants to reach up and trace the contours of Weiss' new face. All he has right now to guide him in his imaginings is his imagination.

He can't help it. A hand reaches out, but not too far, touching nothing.]</sub>

I can't even begin to imagine what you look like! But I bet you're old!

[1/2]

[bookpunching]

[bookpunching]

What is it like, indeed....

I am of the older generation....yes....

[petrifying]

I knew it! _{[He beams, clearly elated at the fact he's right in his assumption. The other hand reaches out unwittingly as well, although not very far, meeting with its pair.]}

Are you wrinkly? Do you have glasses? Is your hair short or long? Is it grey? Is it white? What color are your eyes Weiss? Are you bald?!

[1/2]

[bookpunching]

[ This line of questioning. He feels ... he should be offended. ]

[bookpunching]

I wouldn't say that I am -- I do have glasses now, yes. It seems my eyesight is not as glorious or as great as it was when I was a book. It's not too long, nor short. I suppose the best answer would be that they are grey, and the comment on my hair should answer the question if I am or am not bald...

[petrifying]

<sub>[Emil seems content enough with the information given, pressing his fingertips to his own face as he tries to piece together a mental picture of the man, er, book, standing before him.

He probably looks grumpy, but in his own way, kind of cool.]</sub>

Do you like it, Weiss? It must be strange to walk!

[bookpunching]

It is, but it was easily mastered.

Still for the most part, I tend to float from place to place.

[petrifying]

You still float around? That's possible?

[bookpunching]

Well, it would seem that I still have control of my magic.

[petrifying]

That's amazing!

[bookpunching]

Well, I am Grimoire Weiss.

It would be unbecoming to be anything but amazing.

[petrifying]

_{[You get the biggest smile and laugh Weiss.]}

I suppose that's true, Weiss!

[bookpunching]

Indeed.

It's good that you've not forgotten that, Emil.

[petrifying]

It's kind of hard to forget. You like to remind people a lot about how amazing you are.

[bookpunching]

Well, uh... yes...

[petrifying]

But, it's okay! Because you are pretty amazing, I think.

[1/2]

[bookpunching]

Well, yes, uh--

[bookpunching]

Of course, I am.

I have always thought you to be a smart lad to be able to notice what is true, and that is this... it is also good to see you as you are now. It means ... [ It means you have not yet died. To die so young -- ] ... it means quite a great deal to me.

[petrifying]

_{[OH WEISS YOU BIG SAPPY ROMCOM NOVEL YOU-]}

It does?

_{[See that smile? Do you see it? Of course you can see it, it's nearly blinding. You've just made Emil's day by saying that.]}

Oh Weiss! Nier and Kaine always call you grumpy but it's true, you really do care!

[bookpunching]

I don't know how to take that statement, Emil...

[petrifying]

What do you mean?

[bookpunching]

Think nothing on it, lad...