Paris tried not to contemplate his existence most of the time.

Though, walking down the street in the hooded jacket the Lalah twins had lent him- (they said that if humans saw him, they'd freak out, which was understandable.) It was kind of hard not to.

Yumi had another dream today. They had just gotten back from the whole toy soldier ordeal, and he wasn't expecting another one so soon.

though, this one seemed to be of a different matter. Yumi had said that the doll she saw had a similar aura to Paris, himself. And there were only two dolls he could think of that would fit that description.

one, he had torn apart. The other, was the doll Ivan had made to, well...clean up his messes, he supposed.

so now, Paris was looking for a stupid antique shop, where he would hopefully find a stupid doll, and he was not worried. Not one bit.