consumerofdarkness
“Man I hate it when it rains..” She sighs pulling her hood up to keep herself dry as she continued to hunt down Heartless.
The black hood more than anything caught his attention. The organization was here, why? Something he didn’t know but he intended to find out. And so the silverette made to follow after the petite, leather clad form. The rain caused his bangs to stick to his face, soaking his clothing and matting his hair. He didn’t mind though, not in the scheme of things.
After all, there was a nagging sensation of familiarity that had sprung of at the sigh of the other, one that wouldn’t leave him be. Did he know this person? Perhaps so given that they wore the organization XIII cloak. But then again perhaps not.
“Hey.” He called out upon getting close enough, posture casual and at ease, hands in pockets. He regarded them, aquamarine eyes slightly narrowed in contemplation.
“A hood won’t save you from catching a cold, you know.”












