Sora would’ve screamed again, but he honestly expected this to get even weirder. Her head was suddenly right next to his.
“ U-Uh… I’m Sora. This is the Gummi Ship. “
Backing up. Not making eye contact.
If he was meant to understand any of that without a translator, then he was about to be really sorry. This girl reminded him of something… a computer program, maybe? Like from Tron’s world.
“ Ena—? That’s your name? Is that an acronym? “
That’s a big word for him. +
“ May your heart be your guiding key, right? “
If he couldn’t remember where to go, then maybe his next adventure would call out to his heart? A world in need is a world indeed, after all.
“ Lets give it a try! “
His chest hitches and falls a bit slower with every second… despite the strange circumstances, she didn’t seem hostile— more importantly, not a heartless.
“ Y-Yeah… I’m all-good, but… who in the world are you? And how did you get on my ship…? “
What a shock!
Sora fell out of his chair and scurried to the other side of the Gummi Ship’s cockpit, keyblade forming in hand!
“ W-WHA?!! WHO IN THE WORLD ARE YOU?! “
“ I miss them, but they’ll always be right here with me. So, I’ve got no real reason to worry! “
He was awfully chipper for someone who hadn’t changed out of his pajamas.
🌴: my headcanon is that if Sora ever went to the Pokémon world, his keyblade would turn into a klefki and he’d have to do battles like any other trainer
@DivineIntern “ Trains could work differently here than in Twilight Town, but the one there came hourly. Not sure if that’ll help, though! “
Without Donald and Goofy there to keep him quite about the world order, he was being a bit loose lipped.
“ Where does the train go? “
@DivineIntern <—— awful with directions!
“ Yeah… I wonder where they wanted to go? I remember coming across a road like that on my adventures with Donald and Goofy. “
“ Is it? “
He almost instinctually looked behind him for Donald and Goofy, but… no one. ‘Oh well’, he shrugged.
“ I’m just saying. You’ll give people the wrong impression with that Organization outfit. “
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“ Rather rude to tell a woman to change her style. “ She spoke harshly - those cyan hues narrowing in distaste.
“ I think the sleek black makes me look amazing ~ “
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It wasn’t really relief, but knowing she wasn’t working with those goon certainly helped her case.
“ Hmm… is it a new sense of style? You should get a new outfit, probably. “
He really had gotten tired of that stupid black coat.
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She waved a hand dismissively, her expression souring in disgust. “ Those old geezers ? Hell no. I’m looking for something for me ~ “
There was a pause as the corners of pale lips curled into that knowing smile. “ Something that’ll make me more powerful ~ “
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