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[ as usual, alma can be found out in one of the courtyards. strangely, though, he's not curled up on one of the benches. instead, he's lying on his front in the grass, and there are books stacked up in piles around him. he has one spread out in the grass in front of him, and propped up on his elbows with his feet waving lazily in the air, he seems completely engrossed.
footsteps seem to alert him, though (hey, no matter how he's changed, he's still an exorcist), and he glances up with a bright smile, shoving the book to the side a bit so the one approaching can see it. --it's all photography prints, it seems, and this one shows sunflower fields. he points to one of the flowers, whole expression expectant. ]
What kind of flower is this?
[ one has to remember, after all, that this is the most experience with 'outside' he's ever had, and even his memories from his previous life are incomplete. ]
Do we have any here? What do they smell like? Are they very big?
footsteps seem to alert him, though (hey, no matter how he's changed, he's still an exorcist), and he glances up with a bright smile, shoving the book to the side a bit so the one approaching can see it. --it's all photography prints, it seems, and this one shows sunflower fields. he points to one of the flowers, whole expression expectant. ]
What kind of flower is this?
[ one has to remember, after all, that this is the most experience with 'outside' he's ever had, and even his memories from his previous life are incomplete. ]
Do we have any here? What do they smell like? Are they very big?