He’s impressed that even the simplest tone change brought about such a great change.
“Nice t’ meet you too!”
But now, he had to wonder what Snow was doing in his attempt to discreetly follow him. Perhaps it was just curiosity, but he probably had his own full explanation.
“What’re you doin’ at the Colosseum, anyway? Exploring?”
Maybe he could give Snow a little tour before his training started.
“Colosseum…?”
“I thought this was the playground…”
( It was far from it, Snow. )
And thus the time to cue the lost puppy resemblance and wandering eyes dawned upon his expression. He could have sworn he was making his way to the playground. At least, he figured he was the moment he spotted this Zack guy.
( He remained under the impression he was a part of PSICOM in some way, since those thugs had an awful knack at loitering where they didn’t belong. Zack seemed like their type! )
What’s with that, anyway? He’s feisty for a little guy.
“What he said.”
They can easily share a space, right? It isn’t as though either of them plans on hurting him to get to it anyway.
“Besides, I’ve got a cool secret to tell.”
❝I don’t want to share!❞
They’re both bigger than him & older too.
He feels like a cornered animal and there’s two of them but it’s nothing he hasn’t dealt with before— kids ganging up on him— kids throwing stuff at him— calling him mean names when all he wanted was to be left alone.
❝I-I don’t care about secrets either.❞
He huffs and snarls and bares his teeth.
( He’ll fight them if he has to. )
❝Leave me alone!❞
Oh, right. There was that other kid, too–
( At least they were on the same page. )
And he’s intrigued at his mentioning of a secret, but it withers the second the shortest of the bunch barked words of disagreement.
“What’s wrong with sharin’, huh? We don’t want any trouble.”
At least he didn’t.
“Besides– why do ya’ wanna be left alone anyway? It’s no fun.”
Just where is “here”? Only what everyone from “here” called the lifeblood of the rest of the world. It’s the center of commerce and a melting pot of many different kinds of people. As he’s seen them come and go, Zack can easily pick outsiders out from a usual crown.
”You’re in Midgar, pal.”
It’s easier to familiarize himself with new people by using his normal speech patterns instead of formalities ( as his former mentor had suggested, and had been ignored ).
“What do you think?”
“Midgar, huh?”
The name rolls off his tongue while an ice-like visage attempts to take in their current surroundings– not entirely impressive, but he’s seen worse. So, this was Midgar?
“Kinda gloomy,” an answer with intentional honesty. It was a simple observation.
Is there a way to say this kindly? He doesn’t mean to get himself into any trouble, so he’ll avoid saying something too provoking.
“Don’t look like your from around here, is all.”
“I’m not.”
[ To put it frankly, the environment and this stranger’s getup had been his first clue. Nothing resembled Cocoon, perhaps Pulse… but something didn’t settle right with him. ]
indepentant. serious. pre to post final finally xiii by default. multi-fandom, slightly open to OCs, and single-ship.
