Cerin blinked groggily at the other white-haired male, confused at the situation. His head tilted as his mind combated his post-death blurriness and the like, and it took a few seconds for him to form words. "Mm.. You have a funny smell, Mr. Person"
SoraĀ drew back a bit, blinking in an odd mix of weariness and somewhat frightened confusion, making his widened, raccoon-masked eyes shift to gold as he stared. Thisā¦wasnāt him. But was him? But wasnāt him. The feel was different-same, like his nightmares and the memories he didn't recall.
That and Sora was staring up again, making this guy taller than him (why was he not surprised?).
"Iā¦umā¦" ā¦what did you say when told you smelled funny? Van never told him such thingsā¦other than that one time he couldnāt raise his arms and was stuck immobile, but that wasĀ different. āIāmā¦not a āmisterā? Iām Soraā¦andā¦ā He sighed. He didnāt have the energy for this. āSorry. I swear I took a bath last night. Chemo smellĀ should be gone.ā
