#quirehappens01

In a process of an attempt to form words Seiichirou mouth hangs open. Black hair, dark bags under his eyes and the long robes and shoulder cape of the accountant department of Romani kingdom... Being literally faced with himself Seiichirou can only, along his confusion, think what a threadful sight he is. 

And of course, more pressingly.... Seiichirou’s hand move to his own hair... his... the hair that’s not before him. It’s pointing up. There’s bald around it. When his other hand finds a phone from his pocket the face that reflects there is an unknown one.

Ahh, if this was his own body his stomach would do a whole turn now. He sort of guess what’s going on but regardless it slips out: