#norman.

for the boy who healed from his own past,

the emperor.

Louise wasn’t trying to start anything at the Winter Festival. She wanted to be nice to Norman, maybe offer him a snow cone or something, but no, she messed it up. She had walked over to him with only good intentions and then she tripped on her own feet with food in her hand and got it all over his shirt. She was mortified and she should have apologized, but instead she blurts out  “Jeez Norman, I know you’re practically a ghost but that doesn’t mean I can phase through you!” She wanted to smack herself for being so rude but instead she just kept going. “Why did you wear white to this anyways?”