The same moment that name leaves that voice, self-consciousness turns that device over in her hands. Just in time to finally see the screen itself. And on that screen is a boy, no doubt, who looks nearly identical to Roxas. Only... different. His face looks a little less rounded. And he's not wearing the standard coat. There's even this metal piece strapped to his shoulder though for what purpose she hasn't the slightest idea. And that's really? The thing furthest from her mind.
She's quiet, words coming and going in her racing mind. She opens her mouth, closes it. Opens it again. And more and more, all this not knowing and all these new questions, she can't help but feel like she's lost all over again. And it's not a good feeling. Finally, her voice finds volume and maybe even a slightly harsh tone at that. Anything harsher she could have said is reigned in only by his own placid expression. ] How do- How do you know Roxas? And about Sora?
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Not Roxas? Then- Then wh-
'-ame is Ventus, but everyone just calls-
-do you know Sora?'
The same moment that name leaves that voice, self-consciousness turns that device over in her hands. Just in time to finally see the screen itself. And on that screen is a boy, no doubt, who looks nearly identical to Roxas. Only... different. His face looks a little less rounded. And he's not wearing the standard coat. There's even this metal piece strapped to his shoulder though for what purpose she hasn't the slightest idea. And that's really? The thing furthest from her mind.
She's quiet, words coming and going in her racing mind. She opens her mouth, closes it. Opens it again. And more and more, all this not knowing and all these new questions, she can't help but feel like she's lost all over again. And it's not a good feeling. Finally, her voice finds volume and maybe even a slightly harsh tone at that. Anything harsher she could have said is reigned in only by his own placid expression. ] How do- How do you know Roxas? And about Sora?