[ the casual greeting startles xehanort out of his reverie staring at the horizon, the casual flirting(??) earning hawks a raised eyebrow and a bit of scrutiny with silver eyes that were almost equally as prone to looking through things.
he sighs, hand half-raised to catch this guy if he stumbled again. ]
Out on the ocean. This ship is called the Royal Fortune, apparently.
[ xehanort's hair is still damp from his own landing into the water. ]
crash landing
he sighs, hand half-raised to catch this guy if he stumbled again. ]
Out on the ocean. This ship is called the Royal Fortune, apparently.
[ xehanort's hair is still damp from his own landing into the water. ]