[Oh. Those two boys. He heard the guards speak of them often, but Ienzo didn't know them well. It was odd, to be younger than them, and yet feel so much older than the kids who played in the streets.
Maybe it was a bit of academic self-pride Even had encouraged in him, that they were smarter and therefore of higher privilege than the common crowd of Radiant Garden.
Ienzo didn't 'play' beyond his personal exploring of the castle's curiosities, silent storytelling of imagination games that he could invent while sitting quietly and pretending to work, and much he'd sooner engage in headgames with his older peers than toss around a frisbee. He also didn't wander much outside the castle. He'd ran into trouble alone there, once.
That name brought Ienzo's head snapping up to attention, so fast he promptly sneezed hard all over the covers, and groaned disparagingly at all the mess.
With a scowl, wiping the rest of his nose on the corner of the comforter, he scooped the entire thing into a heap and (with a grumbling kick) deposited the snot-covered mess unceremoniously on the floor beside his bed.]
Oh. I guess I'll need some things put through the wash, too.
[He sniffs miserably, eying the comforter with great disdain and huddling under his remaining bedsheet instead, returning to Riku's previous words with severe expression, alert with attention.]
What's wrong with Xehanort?
[The question is unexpectedly sharp, nostrils flaring in efforts to hold back any further urge to sneeze.]
no subject
Maybe it was a bit of academic self-pride Even had encouraged in him, that they were smarter and therefore of higher privilege than the common crowd of Radiant Garden.
Ienzo didn't 'play' beyond his personal exploring of the castle's curiosities, silent storytelling of imagination games that he could invent while sitting quietly and pretending to work, and much he'd sooner engage in headgames with his older peers than toss around a frisbee. He also didn't wander much outside the castle. He'd ran into trouble alone there, once.
That name brought Ienzo's head snapping up to attention, so fast he promptly sneezed hard all over the covers, and groaned disparagingly at all the mess.
With a scowl, wiping the rest of his nose on the corner of the comforter, he scooped the entire thing into a heap and (with a grumbling kick) deposited the snot-covered mess unceremoniously on the floor beside his bed.]
Oh. I guess I'll need some things put through the wash, too.
[He sniffs miserably, eying the comforter with great disdain and huddling under his remaining bedsheet instead, returning to Riku's previous words with severe expression, alert with attention.]
What's wrong with Xehanort?
[The question is unexpectedly sharp, nostrils flaring in efforts to hold back any further urge to sneeze.]
Is he sick too?