Wanderlust

Hiro looked back over to Sora, helmet tipping to the left as the other continued. He couldn’t imagine what it was like to be a REAL pirate. He often read stories, or saw movies, and had played pirates when he was younger - none of that seemed to compare to the REAL DEAL. And, with Sora present in his world and offering more insight, he was beginning to envy the life of a pirate. But, their paths were different. Sora was a pirate and Hiro was, well, a SUPER HERO.

“Well, yeah. Why not? You gotta learn at some point, right?”

Helping went BEYOND that of the super kind. If Sora wanted to learn, then he was willing to teach. It wasn’t that HARD to reach out and create a web of learning. He reclined in his chair, leaning back as armor creaked with the movement.

“Yeah, well, I’m gonna be HONEST with you, bud. That doesn’t SURPRISE me.” He chuffed and offered the other a lop-sided smile. “Pirates aren’t really known for their reading and writing skills. That just means you’re a REAL pirate !” He nodded and rocked back on his chair lazily.

“We’ll start with basics and then go from there. How long are you planning on staying here? Oh, wait, can’t I just COME ALONG with you? C’mon, I’m smart - I could TOTALLY pass for a pirate !” 

Sora has to try not to beam at the compliment Hiro had given him. So few recognized him as a real pirate - without him having to ‘prove’ himself, or brushing it off as a kid playing dress up. It was another reason why he liked hanging around Hiro, he took him seriously. 

“Nice try.” Sora snickered. “It takes more than bein’ smart t’ be a pirate, otherwise I wouldn’t need ye t’ teach me.” Not to mention Donald and Goofy would throw a fit. Well, mostly Donald, ranting about world order or something. Order was overrated anyways! It wasn’t like there weren’t already people who knew about other worlds, that weren’t keyblade wielders, so what was one more? He didn’t get it, and maybe he would break a rule that’s already been broken - but not right now. 

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“Oi, Roxas.” Sora greeted with a grin that could only mean one thing: trouble. “Did ye ever get t’ go t’ the beach?” He asked, slinging his arm around the blond, “I just clo–I mean, found some munny, we should go! I’ll take ye out t’ sea f’r abit, what do ya say?” 

He’s totally not juggling stolen wallets in his free hand. Nope. 

Roxas returned a look that clearly showed he knew Sora was up to something. A huff left him as the other kid’s arm swung around him, making him stumble a little. “I went once,” he answered in a sort of annoyed tone that couldn’t last long with Sora around. “Sure, I can go again.” It’s not like that munny could be returned by now anyway. 

“Great!” Part of him is glad that Roxas knew better than to comment on the stolen munny. He always got tired of the nagging from Donald and Goofy, it was like they didn’t know what it really meant to be a pirate! He pulled his arm back and put the wallets away in the pockets of his coat. 

A good luck charm....

‘It’s my lucky charm, be sure to bring it back to me!’

Kairi’s words can’t help but ring in his ears as he looks it over, and as Hiro explains what everything stands for and what’s inside. But this isn’t a charm he has to return, it’s his. Hiro got it, made it, for him. There’s a comment on the end of his tongue, saying how he didn’t need luck - but he swallows it. No need to let his pride get in the way of this. Hiro went out of his way to give a present to a pirate, so better not water down the moment.

“I love it.” He said, tossing the small pouch up and catching it in his hand a moment later, putting it safely inside one of the coat’s secret pockets - so it was more secure. There was no way he was going to lose this. 

“Ye didn’t have t’ get me anythin’, but thanks!”

me: oh cool its sora’s birthday

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     Dove, ma’am; what did it matter to her, when it was concern that prevailed? For his well-being, for that which had tormented him so. Knelt at his side, lips twisted into a grimace, what comfort she could offer was given. Reassurances to guide him from his nightmares, to shake him from their invisible hold. Admittedly when Ava had first stumbled upon him, she had feared the worst; that he was under an actual attack. Now that the truth was laid bare before her eyes, though no longer on high alert - no longer seconds away from summoning forth a keyblade of her own, still was a knot of worry wound taut around her heart. “ You’re safe now. You’re awake. Your dreams can no longer chase you here. “

     Even with his insistence of I’m fine, she did not leave his side. Did not cease the fretful once over, from sweat slick skin to each ragged breath with which his chest heaved. She had to stop herself from attempting to rub his back - to extend a physical comfort of any sort, so as to not potentially make matters worse. For she did not know what lurked within his dreams, what could draw forth a reaction such as this.

     His smile, it was met with one of her own. Though troubled, laced with one unspoken question after another. “ You don’t need to pretend with me, “ she tried. The cadence of her voice soft, gentle. “ It’s okay. I know what it’s like, too. Please, focus on your breathing first. “

His dreams had a habit of coming back with a vengeance, it seemed. Here, in the realm of sleep, he could never escape the illusive being known as nightmares. Not fully, at least. But she had helped him rise of what could have been his own personal abyss, a large feat for a stranger. A stranger wearing strange clothes - yet he was no one to comment on such fashion choices, wearing the obvious pirate attire he was.

Somehow, without even thinking about it, he does as he’s told, focusing on his breathing and trying his hardest not to fall apart at the seams in front of this kind stranger. He might as well have been wearing his own mask in front of her, despite her assuring him that pretending wasn’t necessary. It always was. Otherwise people could take advantage of you, otherwise his friends would worry. His mask would always remain, but in her presence it at least didn’t feel as if it was suffocating him any longer. 

“....Thank ye.” He finally said as his shoulders relaxed, and he could breath a little easier. He shifts in the sand, turning back towards her. “But I gotta question yer motives. Had I been any more of a rook that coulda ended badly for ya.” Who just helps a stranger laying down on a beach?! He was right and he knew it, had he any worse of a person he could have tried to attack her in the moment of weakness, steal everything she had. Perhaps that’s what a proper pirate would have done - which only returns some of the dread from his nightmare returning. Still, he pushes that aside for now.

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 | (Selectively) Accepting! 

“Hiro...” Somehow it hit a little harder while they weren’t in combat. 

Sure, there had been a battle earlier that day, and Big Hero 6 was amazing - per usual. But he’s on equal grounds with them. They watch eachother’s backs, it’s natural in that kind of situation.

But here it’s different. In such a social setting where Sora is a fish out of water. Hiro doesn’t seem much better with these sorts of things, but he’s definitely more skilled than Sora had ever hoped to be. Sora had made a rather abrupt exit, harsh jargon and shoves aside as he made his way out of the group and towards the only thing that was familiar - the Sea. 

He’s back up onto of the bridge where they had shared ice cream together once, where he had connected with Roxas for a split moment, but this time he’s alone as he looks over the water. Alone, until Hiro shows up. He’s sure baymax is there as well, but the robot is giving the two boys space because Sora didn’t directly see him - nor did he really care if the robot was there or not. 

“Heh.” Was Sora’s poor attempt at a laugh, “Aye, I know.” He knew now, at least. He wishes he could say, or do, anything to lighten the situation. But he can’t, and Hiro seems to understand that at least. All he does is offer Sora ice cream, and the brunette takes it with a weak smile. 

𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓 | Accepting!

It’s strange enough that the keyblade suddenly had a more human-like form, but now they were scolding him? Just what he needed...

He sighs heavily, looking away and rubbing at the back of his neck. He knew he couldn’t lie to King, after all they had been through together. Still, it doesn’t do much for his pride to admit anything. “I ain’t r’lly on me own, am I? Yer with me after all!” He tried to play off with a childish grin, but it doesn’t last. 

He hangs his head, dropping his hand and letting it hang by his side. “King, what do ye think happens when a lookout ain’t doin’ their job?” It’s a simple enough question, but Sora rambles on before King can give an answer. “The crew don’t got time t’ prepare - whether it be for an attack or making ready t’ weigh anchor. If the lookout messes up, there’s ‘lot o/ stuff that can happen. Bad stuff.”

“… Yeah, I kinda figured I lost you. That’s okay. Nobody really understands most of what I talk about anyway.” Hiro was used to that glazing-eye, head canting, puzzled look. He had really just been trying to show Sora some ideas for his SHIP, but he wasn’t too sure if any of it was making sense - now he knew that it wasn’t.

And yet, despite this, he offered Sora a crooked smile and shrugged his shoulders. “Don’t sweat it, Sora. I went from grade school all the way through high school, and most of it was a waste of my TIME. I didn’t learn that much. I bet a life as a pirate is WAY more fun !”

He was smarter than all of his teachers anyway - he’d have rather been doing something cool like that. “If you want, I can TEACH you some of this stuff. I mean, what are friends for, RIGHT ?”

Sora gives a slight grin at Hiro mentioning the pirate life. “Aye, it is fun.” Though he wouldn’t go into more detail than that. Fun is one word for one aspect of it, it was much more complicated than that - though not as complicated as whatever Hiro had been trying to show him probably. 

“R’lly? Ye’d be willin’?” Sora tilts his head again, genuinely surprised that Hiro would offer to teach him. Perhaps he shouldn’t be, many had offered in the past. Riku, Kairi, Donald and Goofy - they had all said they would help him at some point or another. It’s just been....so crazy since he left the islands, that it’s hard to find the time to sit down and actually learn. 

Not to mention, he was stubborn. He wasn’t so out of touch with himself not to know that much. He’s not sure how long he’d last before he’d start to get frustrated. Still, Hiro was so sincere in his suggestion, Sora pulled a chair closer with his foot and sat in it backwards, crossing his arms over the top of the chair.

“A’right, but ye gotta know somethin’ ‘fore we start.” Sora said, taking a moment to swallow his pride. “I can’t really...read, ‘r write. So yer gonna have ta start slow.”