>>18345001"Are we done yet?"
"Actually, yes. We are. Here's your profile. Take a look. You like?"
He carefully removes the masterpiece from its stand, then turns it around to show it to his impatient client. However, the reaction he receives isn't what he expects.
". . ."
"So, what do you think?"
Halberd eyes the profile for only two seconds before offering his analysis, "This doesn't look like me at all. In fact, it isn't /anyone/."
"Was it supposed to?"
"It's just a picture of a Poke Doll."
"I know, I made it. You like?"
Halberd sighs and relaxes into his seat. For some reason, he feels as if a battle would have no point in this kind of situation. So instead, he engages his newfound acquaintance in conversation.
"Why did you make me stay still if you weren't actually going to it for my profile?"
The mastermind behind the inaccurate profile looks up into the bright autumn skies of Laverre City. Red, brown, orange, and yellow leaves of many colors begin to dance around them.
"I knew this girl once as a kid. I suppose you could say we were friends. She used to have nightmares a lot, no one knew why. Some people said it was the work of a malevolent demon known as Darkrai, others just assumed she was crazy. I felt sorry for her, so I made her doll. She thanked me for it, and I don't think I ever talked to her again after that."
Halberd rips open an airtight package of extremely raw chorizo, "Sounds harsh."
"I guess you could say I was nervous. That's why my work always reflects what's on my mind. It keeps me at peace knowing that somewhere, she's out there, maybe she keeps dreaming, maybe not. I heard she was from the moon, don't you think moon people deserve nice dreams all the time?"
