[ The rain is almost comforting, a small distraction compared to the whirlwind of thoughts that keeps building within his mind. And even with the coat covering him so completely, small droplets occasionally hit his face whenever he tips his head to the side or back. It's almost.. nice.
Standing here in the darkness, there's a feeling of familiarity for him, a sense of reason and purpose for being here in this very spot as opposed to the clock tower where he longs to go. To eat ice cream at the top with his friends and watch the eternal sunset of Twilight Town as it washes its orange and red colors across the quiet town. But here, there's a reason he's here despite not knowing what that reason is just yet. Perhaps to find his answers?
Maybe.
He doesn't notice the other person right away, the hood obscuring much of his sight unless he moves. And after getting a feeling of not being alone, he does so to see someone relatively familiar. Silver hair and a black blindfold...?
▒Giving up already?▒
His hand goes to his head, memories that aren't his mix with the ones that he knows are.
▒So it's true. You really are his-▒
NO.
Pushing the memories back, he remembers who this person is and what role the other person plays in said memories, both his and Sora's. Best friend and kidnapper. And something else that he can't even begin to figure out. ]
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Standing here in the darkness, there's a feeling of familiarity for him, a sense of reason and purpose for being here in this very spot as opposed to the clock tower where he longs to go. To eat ice cream at the top with his friends and watch the eternal sunset of Twilight Town as it washes its orange and red colors across the quiet town. But here, there's a reason he's here despite not knowing what that reason is just yet. Perhaps to find his answers?
Maybe.
He doesn't notice the other person right away, the hood obscuring much of his sight unless he moves. And after getting a feeling of not being alone, he does so to see someone relatively familiar. Silver hair and a black blindfold...?
▒Giving up already?▒
His hand goes to his head, memories that aren't his mix with the ones that he knows are.
▒So it's true. You really are his-▒
NO.
Pushing the memories back, he remembers who this person is and what role the other person plays in said memories, both his and Sora's. Best friend and kidnapper. And something else that he can't even begin to figure out. ]
What do you want.