Once Upon the Magic Number

"Are you jealous of the emotion, perhaps?"

Shirayuki Otogibanashi was the same as usual: he'd poke fun at the slightest show of displeasure. For other people, he'd say anything that goes sheepishly offensive but for himself, he'd be more proactive to a square degradation. Shows fit for a cumbersome person who developed displeasure towards himself─one who hates himself more than the universe.

Maybe it's only the sensitivity setting, but I wouldn't fail the evaluation otherwise.

I'm Shirayuki Otogibanashi, after all.

And all versions, may they be aliens or drifters, exact the uncanny idiosyncrasies thought by their creator. Shirase and I could hit it off rather positively because we're one and the same. Thus, even if the new adult Shirayuki Otogibanashi─one I'd lovingly nickname as Shiranui─picks upon my emotionless dilemma, there exists no hostility in the name of brotherhood.