Jack,"
Kimichi ticked toward him, and nudged him playfully. "Snow miser." She looked up at him, a small grin tugged at the corner of his pale lips. "I can't imagine what these past few years have been like for you. I can only imagine what's it like to have been-- mostly alone." She said and that did nothing for Jack's mood. He and his dreamer used to have so much fun together, sword fighting in the trees of Whim, snow ball fights in Cryatana, or simply sitting, Jack telling him wild tales of his imaginary adventures, while the boy sketched them all down in his little book.
Kimichi then set down a book, a scrapbook to be precise and Jack arched a silver brow. "Things used to be better... for all of us," she assured him and Jack clicked his teeth, easy for her to say, she still had her dreamer. " I know that and your dreamer knows that too." She said and Jack turned to her fully then, his arms still folding, and incredulous look on his face.
"Which is why Helena and I have come up up with a plan. Kimichi said and the ticking toy looked proud. Jack picked up the book, he calmed the winds so not to blow the pages away, and began thumbing through them. His fingers smooth over a few images of days gone and his heart ached. He wanted it back.
"You've piqued my interest, My Lady of Klockwerk, Tell me more about this plan..." He said. He wanted to see his dreamer, he didn't want to be bored again.
"and what I can do to help."