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Soft and round, huh? You're about halfway there.

[ Sora blinked up at Gren then looked down at his stomach before he brought his hand to touch it. Was he getting round? Was Gren telling him he was getting round? He better start exercising more! Sora snorted gently then looked up to Gren. ]

Ah, what about you!

[ It isn't Sora's fault. Look at what Gren feeds him. ]

I'd be a waffle. I could hide all sorts of things in all those ridges.

[ Like illicit substances for distribution. Or feelings. ]

'Gren, where's the good stuff? Oh, it's in my upper right waffle ridge.' Convenient.

[ Sora's mouth opens and he has a grin as he looks up at Gren's right shoulder. Is he hiding something there? Sora could only imagine! ]

If I had to hide something on me, I'd put it in my left thigh! Nobody suspects the thigh!

[ Gren chuckles and nudges Sora's thigh with the foot that hasn't been prettied yet. ]

If you were famous what would you be famous for?

Saving worlds!

[ He finishes up the pinky toe and switches feet. ] And you~?

Music, of course.

[ He looks down at his foot, carefully wiggling his toes. ]

Not bad.

Man, I knew you were gonna say that! [ Sora chuckles lightly, he then examines the foot and nods. ] Thanks! [ He goes back to concentrating on the second foot. ]

Okay, okay, how about David Bowie or Freddie Mercury!

David Bowie.

[ He sings a little of one of his faves. Low and smooth. ]

And I'm floating in a most peculiar way and the stars look very different today.

What's one of your pet peeves?

[ Yaaaas! Sora perks up at the song and he watches up at Gren with the singing. He's definitely happy about the answer and the song! He sure does love David Bowie himself! ]

When people call me a kid.. or treat me like that.

[ Oops, guilty. ]

But you are a kid.

[ Sora pulls his hand away from Gren's toes. A feeling swells in his chest and it makes it a bit difficult to breathe before he forces himself to push away those feelings. He moves his hand back to the toe and continues to paint, though he does so in silence. ]

[ Gren settles back into the couch, watching Sora. He hit a nerve, but maybe there are a few more he can aim for. ]

I don't get why kids are always so impatient with their childhoods. You'll live most of your life as an adult, and many of those moments will involve you wishing you were a kid again. Why rush through some of the best moments you'll have? You're a kid. Accept it. Enjoy it. It won't last for long.

[ Sora’s brow knits and he bothers his bottom lip as he finishes Gren’s toenails. He doesn’t want to get in an argument with Gren but he sure does feel a resistance boiling in his gut. He’s not just a kid, he’s more than that. He’s the savior of all these worlds, if he’s meant to have a normal childhood, that was before his world fell into darkness.

That was before he was dropped off here for no reason but to manage on his own. Going to school, working, paying rent— something had to give. He was going to keep working and find his own flat, he wasn’t going to stay with anyone that was going to treat him like a kid. He’s been on it by himself for a long time, he’s been in danger, almost killed, had the responsibility of the universe on his shoulders.

Maybe it was the drink, maybe he was just drunk. But this was bothering him a lot more than he liked it to. ]

Finished. [ He closes the nail polish and without looking at Gren he gets up and leaves to put the polish away. ]

[ So, maybe he didn’t have to be so antagonistic. Although Sora has shared his stories with Gren he still isn’t able to make the connection between the hero and the boy he fusses over and shares snack cakes with.

He sighs and stands just in time to tend to the ringing timer. He walks into the kitchen, awkwardly, being careful not to mess up Sora’s work. He slips a hand into a mitt and slides the pizza out of the oven. His voice raises a little, calling out but not expecting a response. ]

Sora, it’s ready.

[ Sora makes a decision, as he would if he wasn’t drunk, to put aside his salty feelings and move past it and ignore it. The teen walks out of the hallway with a smile and sniffs at the air. ]

Man, your cooking skills are out of this world. [ Sora clapped his hands and looked over the pizza. He then looks up to Gren with a gleam to his eyes. ] You make the best pizza!

[ He stares for the third long, quiet moment of the night. That was a mood swing that rivals even his own. ]

Bring that appetite over here, then.

[ He slices it up and generously piles up a plate for Sora because he has dreams of being soft and round. The pepperonis glisten. The cheese is oozy. It's wonderful. He hands the plate over with a smile. ]

Eat up.

[ And then lower. ]

...are you okay?

[ Sora takes the plate and brings it up to his face to smell. He hadn’t realized it, but he was sure hungry! ] Oh, I can’t wait…

[ Sora was a great eater, he was a growing boy after all! Sora sat down at the table and poked at the pizza to test how hot it was. At Gren’s question Sora shrugged. ]

Yeah, course.. I’m with you!

[ I’m with you. Gren smiles a little, mulling over that while leaning against the counter and picking at a slice of pizza. Even though he meant what he said earlier he can admit that the delivery was a little abrasive. He’ll move on now, but he’ll be more mindful of his tone next time. Not many people would claim to be okay from just sharing company with him, so he wants to handle their friendship more carefully. People like Sora don’t come around often. ]

If you say so.

[ Sora smiled around a bite of his pizza. Gren could be a little silly at times. Just that there were some really weird things he said sometimes, dark things, or things that made Sora think there wasn’t much confidence in himself. It reminded him a lot of Riku.

Actually a lot of Riku. He bet Gren probably would like Riku better— bah, what a thought. He didn’t want to think about that, he shouldn’t think about that.. actually, sometimes Sora had a problem with confidence sometimes too! ]

Yas. I did.. [ He reassures after a bite of the pizza. ] Hey, do you think you’d ever want to go travel through space.

Yeah. I mean, that's pretty common from where I come from.

[ Now he recalls his last time traveling through space. Dying on his way to Titan. His final thoughts still somehow cycling back to him. There's nothing to believe in. There's no reason to believe.

Gren swallows hard and sets his plate of pizza aside. He doesn't have an appetite. ]

...Which planet would you visit?

[ Sora licks his lips and takes another bite. He thinks a bit more on the question before he shrugs. ]

Of all the places.. [ He chews a bit more then swallows before speaks up again. ] I think I just wanna go home. I mean, I made a lot of friends everywhere but I miss being home. I miss my friends.

[ He lowers his hands and lets the pizza drop on the plate before he fesses up on something. ]

When I first got here, … I .. [ He softly huffed. ] I um, well, someone told me Riku was here. [ He looks up to Gren and gives a small shrug. ] He’s my best friend.

I contacted him.. and we had made plans to meet, you know, just outside the cave.. [ He was quiet, a long moment as he thought about that.. day.. he waited … all night. ]

Then, he just… disappeared. I didn’t even.. [ Emotion swells. ] I didn’t get to see him.

[ Gren’s eyes soften and he moves over to sit down at the table with Sora. He can empathize with the agonizing loneliness of not being able to be with the people you care most about. New connections form, but it’s never quite the same when your heart’s crowded with someone else.

He’d give anything to know how his mother is doing. His friends from before the war. The people he played music with. The prison guard that helped him escape. Julia... ]

That just means he’ll be there when you get back home. It’s something to look forward to.

[ It wouldn’t be the same for Gren. If he went back he would be dead, but maybe, in a way, that was something to look forward to as well. ]

[ Sora was quiet. He sighed over his pizza and his head felt a bit dizzy and he shook his head. ]

No.. it’s not. Because then I’ll miss you and the friends I’ve made here.. and when I go back home.. I’m not going to remember any of it. Not like .. not like before, when I went to all those other worlds.

So, looking forward to going home is like.. looking forward in forgetting you. I don’t want to do that.

[ Gren runs a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair. ]

If you can't remember us, then you won't miss us. You shouldn't feel guilt over something that isn't going to matter anyway. So, go ahead, look forward to it.

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