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[Now this is a fashion change Nocturne can get behind. He can even tolerate his hair looking like the back end of a duck; it's better than the last three days - days which he spent in his room avoiding getting caught up in things. Granted, all the black leather might be a bit reminiscent of the Organization uniform, but not nearly enough to make him nervous.

He's more or less just wandering around, whistling to himself. He may, in fact, be encountered hanging about outside a mysteriously-appearing soda fountain, just watching traffic.]

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[Young Xehanort seems a bit confused. Not by the sudden changing of scenery, or by the sudden rock and roll look that seems to have swept his wardrobe: he guesses clothes aren't supposed to do that, but doesn't have too much in the way of reference for it.

No. What's confusing him is the large plastic circle that just fell out of the sky on him. A brightly coloured hoop, to be precise.

He picks it up. Peers at it. Twists it around. What the heck is this supposed to be for?]