[Alfyn, struggling with the logistics of getting into his own costume, offers a consoling pat to his horse and considers the stairs. His handwritten message back is quite legible and a bit spindly - not at all like what 9S might have heard in his legends of doctors' penmanship or anything. Alfyn has to be able to read his own notes and so do other people!]
The horse is fine. Getting me up there, now that's a trial.
[He's wearing a box.
Badly, too. By the time he gets up to 9S's level, the box is kind of rumpled and some of the wrapping is torn and dangling, but Alfyn himself bears enough cheer for several festive spirits.]
A: Scene 5
The horse is fine. Getting me up there, now that's a trial.
[He's wearing a box.
Badly, too. By the time he gets up to 9S's level, the box is kind of rumpled and some of the wrapping is torn and dangling, but Alfyn himself bears enough cheer for several festive spirits.]