Edgar isn’t the biggest fan of kids. he’s told you in passing before, but for some reason, children absolutely love him.

Memory especially, the little girl can be found clinging to him more often than not. seemingly finding him to be an older brother figure.

and now is one of those times, as the painter trudges up to you, Memory’s little hands gripping the fabric of his pant.

“i need your help.” is all he says, his voice a grumble.