The Regent. ♛

"Do… do you want me to ride alongside you? I don’t really mind."

King felt embarrassment from how he was acting. He missed his stoic appearance. Then perhaps the boy would leave him alone. He cleared his throat and slicked his hair back. Oh...his hair would get so unruly after riding this monstrosity. Thankfully he had thought ahead and brought a comb.

Cotton candy...? Surely she'd want something more healthy! Or enriching! Like a turkey leg! Or a salad. Too late King, she's already pulling you over to the stand. You signed up for this.

"I see. Must be exciting for those that enjoy something like this."

He still couldn't fathom a reason for someone to enjoy an adrenaline rush like this one. Sparring, he could understand, since it had an ulterior purpose but... Perhaps he was unaware how to enjoy thrill. Understandable. He shook his head at the brown-haired boy.

"My friends aren't present today. In fact, I haven't been able to find them at all, but that's another thing entirely. I'm merely trying to...enjoy myself."

"The Indiana Jones Adventure sounds rather exciting. Let’s try that out."

A small smile formed on the candidate's face. Ah, yes...This was nice. Tensions from war had left the blond scarred. Yet...that didn't mean he wasn't allowed to enjoy anything ever again. The girl proved to be the escape from his stress. HE gently took the map from her and tucked it in his pocket. 

"Hmmmmm. I would say your face looks like an adult’s." she mused, observing him more.

He had sharp features and looked as if he was always glaring.Like the face of someone who struggled far more than he needed to for someone his age or maybe he was just born with that sort of face. Either way, Vanille could tell he was a kind and responsible person. Maybe even wise to boot. But his current expressions seemed sad. 

"An adult complexion, you say? I would hope that I don't come off as that old..."

Still, it was all in good fun. Vanille held no ill intentions with her words. He wondered of her origin as she pondered on what to say next. It seemed like she came from a faraway country. She definitely had some interesting clothes; he had never seen anything like her outfit. Concordia had elaborate clothing, but Vanille was in her own category. King thought about the atmosphere she had been used to. For someone so happy-go-lucky, he assumed nothing was going on back where she was. Yet... an expression such as hers proved to be the strongest façades. He had learned just as much from Cinque and Jack.

His mannerisms and ways of speech were considered impeccable by all he got to know. However to a stranger…they’d just be intimidating. With a light tap of the shoulder, the blonde managed to get the attention of a passerby. No need for introductions, perhaps. Just a quick session of question and answer.