~^* Seyelin Hatsuke *^~

Seyelin lingered in a dark corner, having set the tray of assorted nuts on a table laden with festive-looking treats. At first the smell of the food had been wafted in his direction, which annoyed and tantalized him, as he could no longer partake of human sustenance. To remedy this nuisance, a cold wind was summoned to blow the offensive aroma away from him.

He found himself wrapping his finger boredly around the pull-tassle of a nearby drape. It was beginning to freeze solid, the ice spreading steadily upwards from where his fingers touched the rope-like material. Content for the moment, he watched with a sort of disconnected fascination as the fibers were transformed in his grip to ice. Suddenly, his creator's voice rang joltingly through his head, causing him to drop the tassle in a rare moment of surprise.

HEY!!! Seyelin winced at the volume of the call. He sighed. Get out there and socialize, damn you! You're BORING me! Grumbling to himself, Seyelin walked forwards as he felt some invisible force pressing him ahead from behind.

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I like to torture him ^.^