Going off of Zidane's reaction, Sora feels like he could safely assume that yes, Zidane did do all that, and he's much too excited to really ask if that's the case or not. He would rather consider how else he can make Zidane happy because, even though they've only just met, Sora's really starting to enjoy seeing him smile.
He can feel his heartbeat fluttering a bit faster than usual, but it doesn't dampen his own grin at all. “Yeah, I've seen a couple before and I've even performed in a musical, but I'd like a chance to see your troupe if given a chance.”
Sora cocks his head sideways, contemplating the comparison, and once he fully recalls what exactly a galleon is, it makes more sense. “That makes sense now. Definitely a difference between the two, but they both still are ‘ships’.” Or that's what he's gathering from the explanation, at least, he isn't totally sure. He gestures around them with his already outstretched hand, “Maybe the train will become magical sometime and take us to different worlds instead of just other biomes around here.” Is it wishful thinking? Without a doubt, but Sora's the type of person who is like that, unsurprisingly.
“I have! The mermaids here are, uhhh, a bit creepier? Mermaids I met in Atlantica were more friendly.” For the most part, anyway. (We won't talk about Ursula, her minions, or the Heartless floating about, though.) His eyebrows arch with regard, mouth opening like he might correct Zidane and say they could protect each other, but reconsidering the fact he doesn't currently have his keyblade makes him snap his mouth shut instead. There comes a sigh, he pushes his lips out in a pout, yet is quick to perk right back up when he remembers, “And I can protect you! I've still got access to my magic here, so I'm not completely useless.” While his DTF has made itself known, it's one of those things where he's working out how best to deal with being slightly uncomfortable, and that's why it stays secured around his left wrist in charm bracelet form.
After Zidane slides nearer and puts an arm around him, Sora's head turns in his direction, he blinks a couple times in surprise, then he moves his own arm and lets it circle Zidane's waist, hand resting just above his hip. “I'm fine with that! Better to have the help and not need it, rather than need it and not have it.” Wait, that doesn't sound right— “But I'd like having your company either way!” Okay, better, since he wouldn't want Zidane thinking he doesn't want him around.
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He can feel his heartbeat fluttering a bit faster than usual, but it doesn't dampen his own grin at all. “Yeah, I've seen a couple before and I've even performed in a musical, but I'd like a chance to see your troupe if given a chance.”
Sora cocks his head sideways, contemplating the comparison, and once he fully recalls what exactly a galleon is, it makes more sense. “That makes sense now. Definitely a difference between the two, but they both still are ‘ships’.” Or that's what he's gathering from the explanation, at least, he isn't totally sure. He gestures around them with his already outstretched hand, “Maybe the train will become magical sometime and take us to different worlds instead of just other biomes around here.” Is it wishful thinking? Without a doubt, but Sora's the type of person who is like that, unsurprisingly.
“I have! The mermaids here are, uhhh, a bit creepier? Mermaids I met in Atlantica were more friendly.” For the most part, anyway. (We won't talk about Ursula, her minions, or the Heartless floating about, though.) His eyebrows arch with regard, mouth opening like he might correct Zidane and say they could protect each other, but reconsidering the fact he doesn't currently have his keyblade makes him snap his mouth shut instead. There comes a sigh, he pushes his lips out in a pout, yet is quick to perk right back up when he remembers, “And I can protect you! I've still got access to my magic here, so I'm not completely useless.” While his DTF has made itself known, it's one of those things where he's working out how best to deal with being slightly uncomfortable, and that's why it stays secured around his left wrist in charm bracelet form.
After Zidane slides nearer and puts an arm around him, Sora's head turns in his direction, he blinks a couple times in surprise, then he moves his own arm and lets it circle Zidane's waist, hand resting just above his hip. “I'm fine with that! Better to have the help and not need it, rather than need it and not have it.” Wait, that doesn't sound right— “But I'd like having your company either way!” Okay, better, since he wouldn't want Zidane thinking he doesn't want him around.