There's something a bit disquieting about this place, Sora thinks. He's a boy who's thrived on colour and light all his childhood, who likes warmth and noise and sunshine and the breeze ruffling his hair. The cold, sterile atmosphere inside the station gives him the creeps. As soon as he can find a way to get out of here, he's going to be all too happy to bail.
But, more importantly, he needs to get all of his eggs in one basket, so to speak. That means finding as many friends as he cans, whether they're awake or not, and making sure they're safe. That's the important thing. He hadn't expected to find Lea so soon, but if it's Lea and him and Riku then that's a good start. Then they can wait for everyone else to wake up and join them and they can put their heads together and find a way to make this right.
He finds the cafeteria easily enough; even if there weren't that many people in there when he arrives, Sora would have no trouble spotting Lea. The red hair's a dead giveaway, and the long black coat is hardly inconspicuous.
"Lea! Hey!" he calls across the hall, waving enthusiastically before he bounds over to join him.
I don't mind at all, prose gets too neglected these days :3
But, more importantly, he needs to get all of his eggs in one basket, so to speak. That means finding as many friends as he cans, whether they're awake or not, and making sure they're safe. That's the important thing. He hadn't expected to find Lea so soon, but if it's Lea and him and Riku then that's a good start. Then they can wait for everyone else to wake up and join them and they can put their heads together and find a way to make this right.
He finds the cafeteria easily enough; even if there weren't that many people in there when he arrives, Sora would have no trouble spotting Lea. The red hair's a dead giveaway, and the long black coat is hardly inconspicuous.
"Lea! Hey!" he calls across the hall, waving enthusiastically before he bounds over to join him.