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    He returns the small smile with one of his own, while guiding his eyes towards elsewhere. How many times will people remind him of that? Countless amounts of people have told him of his resemblance of friends and family in their life, leaving him to wonder did he have a twin somewhere in the world? Sadly, he wouldn’t have been surprised given that he was created within the comforts of a scientific lab. Maybe, with all of his grandfather’s research, someone might have gotten the idea to clone or copy his DNA. The idea of it all began to make him feel sick to his stomach. However, the male before him didn’t seem to meet with one of his supposedly bad ( clones ) or anything of the matter. He seemed quite nice if he had to go off of appearances. ‘ Hnn, maybe he’s just remembering something. .’

     ❛ Aha, well I don’t think we have ever met before. . ❜ He admitted to the other kindly, still holding a small bag of seeds to be planted within the shop. The store was still in the mist of being reopened, cleaned and detailed. Riku wasn’t really doing anything important either, so the question didn’t particularly catch him off guard. If anything, it allowed him to continue with the inquired question.   ❛ I hope the person you speak of was kind to you. . ❜ He hoped they weren’t rude or awfully brooding like most people thought for him to be.To be honest, the amount of things he’s heard about his other selves or ( alternates ) have been least to be desired. He’s heard of everything! A darkness wielding warrior, a best friend, a person who gave up his body to the said darkness! The last one was a little disturbing when he first found out, only to be told it wasn’t in the same context but rather like a sacrifice. Thank Jenova!

  Still, Riku wasn’t sure what the other might have been thinking when he met with him. A small fear wanted to creep within the back of his mind towards the other. ‘ What if he’s lost that same friend?’ Oh how horrible that would be! Riku frowned a little, trying to piece together the emotions and statement that was uttered towards him. The male before him seemed confused – of course  – but he also seemed to be confused in a manner that he really was looking for a friend. Or rather, looking for information in regards to the connection with his memory. Ah ha! That must have been it. ‘ Oh course, he’s not only saying I look like his friend. He must be looking for him or something. Why else would he ask me? Wait. . he said about us meeting. . so wouldn’t that mean. . they aren’t friends? ‘ Riku paused before finally just continuing the conversation.

  ❛ You know, um, I’m not sure if we actually met or not. I mean, it might have been on the train or maybe on the college campus. . ❜ That could have been a valuable answer, one worth something – right? He sighed to calm himself down further, trying to not come off weird or awkward more than he already had.   ❛ When something like this happens, I usually like to start things off by saying–❜ He placed his hand out shyly to offer a fresh start towards the new customer. It was going to be hard to make new friends, but he had to start today, and with this new person.

❛–Hello there. . um my name is Riku. ❜

▹ ☆ Riku ☆ ◃

                    ✣ 「 ヴェン」 ❦❧ ─ Keywords he’d ought to know, yet... knew nothing came up. Such as ‘Train’ or ‘college campus’. Frowning in apprehension, words and subjects Ventus should have known, they written in books and context within Master Eraqus’ studies and Library... except, the blond was too high strung to sit still and read; now, he’d come to regret not collecting information should he be on his own. Without either Aqua or Terra... or the Master. He was.. at best to describe himself.  L O S T   Perhaps he’d suffered a minor concussion upon arriving here? Not much of an amnesia considering most of his memories were in fact, untouched... well most of them anyway. Early memories such of his childhood... or face of his parents were just  A blank state. Like a book with its pages filled with nothing but emptiness and white negative space. There was  N o t h i n g  at all.

                    “Heh heh...” Ventus laughed nervously... or was it awkwardly, considered the fact, this person may potentially be a stranger he’d never met before. Saying such inane things were... very much like Ventus being impulsive. “I only scarcely seen one or two trains....” Yeah, in his broken memories mixed and matched up fragment of dreams. of a small hamlet town. Orange and red sunset. ice cream. Trains and seven wonders. And...a clock tower. (  What was those about? )  Some his, some not. Blurry mind awoken from sleep, is but a blur and fuzzy. “I don’t know what a college campus is, I’ve never been out much since I had lived with my foster family,” he was told before living with the Master and both of his best friends and siblings, Ventus was like a zombie most of the time. He didn’t talk, hardly moved around, he didn’t do anything much but sat and stare at the ground with a broken look in his eyes. Eventually, he’d re-learnt everything and begins to function probably again.

                    “I’m Ventus, but you can call me Ven.” Turning his curiosity around the... what appeared to be a place housing plants, the blond with an innocent curiosity of a child, peered around. Sure he’d seemed some plants, but they were wild grass an open field, like the garden in land of  Departure. “I’d liked to believe that no, we haven’t met before, it is strange. It must been, from when I was sleep for a while, and something happened and....” Going on and going about something surely Riku wouldn’t be able to understand, about his twelve years living in Limbo, technically body and Heart separated... not like anyone would believe that right? “I wouldn’t know if they are kind or not, if I never met right? But my Heart says they are a good person.”Confusion aside, Ventus gave his newly acquired  F r i e n d  (?) perhaps? A big smile.

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