[Private] Myra/Seikatsu Social

Seikatsu was wantering through Rose Garden, a most peculiar city as Seikatsu who normally detests magic was able to find some enjoyment in it. He marveled at the many lamps, containing Lacrima Crystals, gently glowing as they floated inside. The light emitted was so soft, so warm that Seikatsu felt less enraged when near it. 'If only I had one of these everywhere I went...' Seikatsu thought to himself. He walked about some more, looking for a place where he could relax where there wasn't so many damned couples. He didn't mind seeing people, hell he'd probably killed one of their friends for all he knew, but he hated the site of people holding hands. A hug is fine by his standards, that's not really a gesture of love, but holding hands, kissing, anything that brought people closer like this he detested. Seikatsu pulled his hood tighter, the glowing crystal no longer capable of making him not want to HANG someone by their arteries. He arrived at the middle of the town, an area where public displays of affection were regulated due to recent extremes that younger couples tried to perform.
'Good enough.' Seikatsu said to himself.
Here, there was a large fountain, rectangular shaped with five pillars of water being shot out, arranged in a crescent pattern. The ones on the ends were the shortest of the set, the one in the middle the tallest. The other two were somewhere in the middle, and helped to add to the awe of it. More of those Lacrima Crystals created glowing effects, and seemed that it was all coordinated so each crystal glowed in a certain pattern. Seikatsu walked to the fountain, and dipped his hands in to confirm it was actually there. Feeling the water on his hands, he retracted them back into his tan, tattered cloak and looked at his own reflection. The dim lighting kept his face hidden from all angles except from below, he punched the water using the splash to be rid the atrocity before him. Seikatsu sat down, resting his arms on his legs as he began to contemplate exact who he was, what he was.
'I'm a monster
A traitor.
A fool.
Murderer.
Mortal.
Demon.
Assassin.
Mercenary.
Criminal...'
The thoughts bellowed through his mind, engulfing his attention. A small child walked up to him, resting her hands on his legs thinking he was a type of statue because he sat so still. Surprised when the fabric went down, scared when she looked him in the eyes. Terrified out of her mind, looking into the dull, dead purple eyes the child didn't move, or speak. Her mind drew blank as Seikatsu was staring at her. He put out his hand and rested it on her head causing her to wince, expecting more force than what was applied. "You shouldn't run from your parents little one." Seikatsu said in a soft, caring voice. "Go now, they seem to be waiting." he added, returning to his original statue like state. The small child, not sure if a statue talked, or Seikatsu was a person, did as told and went back to her family. Seikatsu remained in place, trying to find himself in the glow of Rose Garden's magical lights... No longer caring to describe himself, Seikatsu allowed his mind to be eased by playing the Leaf Whistle, as he normally did when he wished the worst upon himself.