[ Blinking, he hooks their arms as if they've been doing it for years and turns them around again, moving toward where the water laps up over the sand. Overhead the moon casts its light in all the familiar shattering quality across the 'ocean', and Sora does think of it like that, even if some people say it isn't a real one. It's real for this place.
On the last foot or two of sand he slips his arm away before nodding at the ground and sitting, legs splayed out in front of him. ]
I like it here too.
[ He admits with the soft, honest kind of happiness that speaks loudly of memory as much as anything else. ]
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[ Blinking, he hooks their arms as if they've been doing it for years and turns them around again, moving toward where the water laps up over the sand. Overhead the moon casts its light in all the familiar shattering quality across the 'ocean', and Sora does think of it like that, even if some people say it isn't a real one. It's real for this place.
On the last foot or two of sand he slips his arm away before nodding at the ground and sitting, legs splayed out in front of him. ]
I like it here too.
[ He admits with the soft, honest kind of happiness that speaks loudly of memory as much as anything else. ]