Cerin blinked groggily at the other white-haired male, confused at the situation. His head tilted as his mind combated his post-death blurriness and the like, and it took a few seconds for him to form words. "Mm.. You have a funny smell, Mr. Person"
Sora drew back a bit, blinking in an odd mix of weariness and somewhat frightened confusion, making his widened, raccoon-masked eyes shift to gold as he stared. This…wasn’t him. But was him? But wasn’t him. The feel was different-same, like his nightmares and the memories he didn't recall.
That and Sora was staring up again, making this guy taller than him (why was he not surprised?).
"I…um…" …what did you say when told you smelled funny? Van never told him such things…other than that one time he couldn’t raise his arms and was stuck immobile, but that was different. “I’m…not a ‘mister’? I’m Sora…and…” He sighed. He didn’t have the energy for this. “Sorry. I swear I took a bath last night. Chemo smell should be gone.”
