Sora

❝ Jus’ whaddya think yer playin’ at, kid? ❞

“Awww I just wanted to see if you tasted as spicy as you look.”

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Dream Drop Distance

Never been less turned on | Ugh no | I’d give you a try | Yes, yes, YES | I’M READY NOW DAMMIT

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     Kingdom Hearts Original Worlds

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He knew his questions were probably a bit too personal but this was something new and Sora’s curiosity was always a strong thing. Riku would make fun of him sometimes for putting his head in other peoples business too much.

        “    No Master Yen Sid did not make me, I was made thousands of years ago. It was before the very first Keyblade War I was nothing more than a small child who held the Book of Prophecies for my family the Foretellers.   ”

Sora’s bright blue eyes were like saucers as he took in this information. He just knew he had to ask all about it and get as much information out of Bee as possible.  “Can you tell me all about it? I’m still kinda confused why it even happened in the first place.”

“You are mistaken, boy.” Marluxia says roughly. He shambles toward the young keyblader. His grin is so dark and cruel that it almost splits his face. His eyes, once blue and always watching, now focus on Sora as though he’s the only one in the room. “You will not find what you are looking for here. Tell me, do you remember me? It’s not fun to tear you apart without that nostalgic fear in your eyes.”

That deep voice and pink hair and dark clothes. It seemed all so familiar and sent a shiver down his back and yet he couldn’t remember why he knew this man and why he knew he wasn’t friendly. “...I...I don’t remember your name but I know I should..” He took a step back but was in an offensive position anyway, he didn’t want to start a fight but he’d summon his keyblade if he needed to. “Who are you and why are you here?”