“Oh!” he squeaked. “H-hello! Is this… the Light World?”
Sometimes he’d trip over the Recycle Bin and fall asleep next to it, scarf bundled under his chin. Other times, he’d grab a stray browser tab and drag it to a new spot, rearranging the desktop like a cozy campsite. He never multiplied like normal shimejis — he said that would be “too many princes, probably chaotic.” shimeji ralsei
Within minutes, he discovered the browser window. He climbed the scroll bar like a pole, peered over the edge of an open folder labeled “HOMEWORK,” and gasped. probably chaotic.” Within minutes
Somewhere in Castle Town, the real Ralsei sneezed and wondered why he suddenly felt very, very small — and very loved. very small — and very loved.