07. Doll

The toy store is across the street from the apothecary they were supposed to be at, and Zexion isn't at all surprised to find his companion kneeling down and handing a blank eyed doll to a girl. Always the gentle one, the bear of a man who, despite being horribly proficient with a tomahawk, disliked all forms of fighting. He was the one who looked at the store and saw happy children, not the emotionless creations that had eyes just like his own whenever the other was not beside him.

The seventh. Ninety-three to go. Please come back tomorrow!

-Josiy x