Seishirou's eyes hide behind clear lenses that give life to something already dull. The orbs spark in such a way as though his eyes may – actually - be smiling as his mouth curves up: it is tight, unnatural and you cannot expect him to develop crow's feet – you eyes need to move, to crinkle: you need to laugh to lay claim to such a things as crow's feet (Laughter lines).
He smiles and it is too familiar, he has not aged as he should have. His face has not been worn by the perpetual happiness he extrudes: instead it lays untouched – similar to his heart – in a disarming illusion.
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