How I found him
A yearning two years in the making? Most probably. My feed reader is saturated with subscriptions to different doll blogs, as well as friends‘ who got into it. But back then, the urge wasn’t so strong, so powerful enough for me to actually buy.
Then, Seiran came along.
It was around this time last year, his photo appeared when a couple of friends posted updates on upcoming releases. And seeing him, my heart skipped a beat.
I think it was the period costume. The bow and arrow. The aura. But I fondly remember seeing his pair of eyes first, calling out to me and reaching out to me.
Cliche it may be, but that’s how I felt. And by golly, at that time, I knew I had to have him.
And on November last year, my beloved (now husband) gave him to me as a gift. And the rest, as they say, is history.
Do I sometimes regret getting him?
The amount it self could have bought me something else, like an early RAM upgrade for my MacBook or add it to my savings. He also now terrorises Tumblr and accuses me of being an evil handler and calls me an old bint. (He calls hubby Otou-san. Why not call me Oka-san at least?!)
But when I turn and look at his eyes, all of those mean nothing.
I regret nothing.
