#levitersora 02

Sora had said he was going to be out for a while, and with his roommates also no where to be seen, Sleepy Ash decided it was safe enough to close all the curtains and curl up in front of the tv with a box of donuts.

Several hours passed, with the sin of sloth being absorbed completely into his anime, he didn’t register the sound of a door opening, or a voice calling out to him until he saw the shadow fall across him. 

✧*:･ﾟ| IN this particular moment, he has come to regret not inquiring Sora about his capabilities more. Even for someone as INQUISITIVE as he, the spiky haired youth's privacy has been respected and treated with care. Siebren, for all his faults, has limits to his nosy nature. There's an unmistakable look of warmth in his eyes, assurance visible in his very posture. Siebren would not at all let the young one fall from his perch —- three floors above, singular window UNTAINTED by the crystal walls.

         It hasn't been hard to transition to life here in Spirale. The city is quieter, for sure, on a different tune than what he's used to, but that isn't to say it's silent. Every so often, he thinks he can hear another's Music-- simple trills and rhythms that never reach anything too cohesive, yet the reminder remains. (At this point, he's not sure if it's a heartfelt memory or a cold taste of what he's lost anymore.)

Still... every so often he thinks he hears something familiar, something that reminds him of people back home. The tune is quick, warm, light on its feet as it traverses chords and scales. He's only seen that same spiky-haired visage in passing and he's already certain he knows who it is.

The crowd is too troublesome to navigate, so Joshua's once again deigning his sparse flight time to this reunion.

"Well, well, well. If it isn't the Keyblade wielder himself!" A little giggle of a laugh, then he touches ground just beside Sora.