[ At the sound of his name, Ventus turns to wave at Roxas, grinning as he slides down the horse. ]
Hey, Roxas!
[ He pauses, hand lowering as he eyes the other. Certainly, he was no fake - and they definitely looked alike, but this feeling.. it was one that wasn't passed through the communicators. A feeling of...
Familiarity?
His expression turns quizzical as he tries to analyse the source of the feeling. Surely, it's like seeing himself in a mirror, but this is not a feeling of seeing himself - but rather, the feeling of nostalgia and warmth. As if he'd met this person before ... But he can't place it, and he's left bewildered by the emotion, only to stare at Roxas. ]
action;
Hey, Roxas!
[ He pauses, hand lowering as he eyes the other. Certainly, he was no fake - and they definitely looked alike, but this feeling.. it was one that wasn't passed through the communicators. A feeling of...
Familiarity?
His expression turns quizzical as he tries to analyse the source of the feeling. Surely, it's like seeing himself in a mirror, but this is not a feeling of seeing himself - but rather, the feeling of nostalgia and warmth. As if he'd met this person before ... But he can't place it, and he's left bewildered by the emotion, only to stare at Roxas. ]