So.. maybe it was a little too cold for ice cream, but it’s not like he had the opportunity to have ice cream every day. The Master was too strict for that. Too strict for a lot of things, but here — there was an immense sense of freedom that he wished he could share with Terra and Aqua.
The weight of his wayfinder resting in his pocket was a pleasant reminder that they could show up here with him, or that his stay here wouldn’t be very long. Nothing could keep them separated forever! Thoughts of his friends distracted him long enough that he nearly ended up crashing into someone else as he walked down the sidewalk. His ice cream was, thankfully, just a box of popcicles in a plastic bag. Ventus stumbled, maybe even scrambled a little, to straight up his posture and apologize, but —
As his eyes land upon what is very well his doppelganger - no, that’s not right, but what else could it be? - there’s really only one thing he could say — “ Woah! “