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[Quick, Terra! We've found your clothes!

... ah. Okay, there might be a slight problem here. What looks at first glance to be a pile of hakama pants and armour gauntlet is, in fact, a snoozing boy of approximately ten years old who's just about drowning in them. One who may, in fact, look a little familiar, what with the white hair and all. Those sensitive might recognise the back-and-forth pulsing of dark and light within him, trying to settle into some kind of equilibrium.

Slowly, he stirs, opens heavy-lidded eyes, regards the scene.

There's something supposed to be weird about this? Is there? He doesn't know. Doesn't know much of anything at the moment.

Someone care to help a poor lost kid out?
Careful, though. Because as far as he's concerned, you'll be the first person he's ever met. Might want to make a good impression...]

((Ickle bitty lower_case_x/walkingspoiler. I seem to be collecting AU!Xehanorts.))

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[Well. That is most certainly an... interesting sight, and not one that's easily mistaken. But he's not about to wake the sleeping kid up just yet. He wants to see what those warring halves do first ~~because he never had a chance to before~~.]

[On the outside, he's not perhaps doing so much. Mumbling faintly, if anything, giving the occasional mutter and sleepy groan.]

jus' kid...

dn' matter... will gr...

won'le'...

[Murmur.]

[Very intriguing. Mind, he's had more than idea about the nature of Xehanort's unique situation, such as it is, but that can be saved for later. Besides he at least has the clothes as one unique marker, and that's more than he'd had before.

For now, well. Time to see if those pulses will settle down a little before he tries waking him up.]

[Not all the way, yet, but the rhythm's subsiding and steadying: swings of a pendulum, not forced resonance.

The muttering dies away, too. Ssh. Only sleep now.]

[Ah, good. He's no expert on the matter, but a forced resonance like that can hardly have been a good thing. There's another moment of silent observation, and then he bends to gently pick the kid up. It can't be good for him to be asleep in the streets.]

[Mm. He actually gives a soft smile, subconsciously aware of the presence there. Not alone any more...]

[No, not alone. Not now anyway, and if he can tell such things, Even's heart leans more to the light then the dark, although it's tarnished a little by what he's seen over the years.

But he's nice enough, and perhaps that's what counts.]

[It's not a thing he can notice in this state, at least. The 'nice enough' will work just fine.]

[That works for Even, and once he's sure the kid isn't about to immediately wake up, he turns towards the rooms he's claimed as his own in this place.]

[He'll probably stay well asleep until they're there. Not that it'd make much difference; he's not going to struggle even if he does wake up. Why would he?]

[Fair point, and in relatively short order, they arrive at Even's place. Naturally, he wastes no time in gently placing the kid in the bed before grabbing one of the more interesting tomes he's found in the place and having a seat in a nearby chair.]

[And in a little while, he'll be coming to his senses. Blink, blink. Slowly shuffling, moving; hm, arms, legs? These do something, right?]

[Well, he'd hope as much yes. But apart from glancing up over his book, he doesn't say anything. This is something he'll need to figure out for himself.]

[But it's nice and soft and comfy here... all the same, he slowly sits up, looks over, almost analysing Even as he looks at him. Right. Person. He's pretty sure on that part, at least.]

[He'd certainly hope he was human, at least!]

Good afternoon.

[A moment's blink, and a little awkwardly, he parrots it back. That's what you do, right? It's polite? Or something like it?]

Good afternoon.

[That earns him a smile from Even. Clearly it was the right answer.]

How are you feeling?

[A little helpless, like he's trying to put that together with what's going through his mind.]

...Feeling?

[Damn. He should have figured.]

Does anything seem like it's not as it should be? I found you in the streets, you see.

[He gives a bit of a little headshake. Nope. Doesn't ring any sorts of bells here.]

[Well, he's going to assume that's a good thing.]

Ah, do you have a name I can call you by?

[A bit of a headtilt at that, too. He feels sure he should have one, now Even says, but it's just not springing to mind straight away. Does it begin with a T? X? E? He's not quite able to get it straight.]

[No surprise there either, and Even offers a hopefully-comforting smile.]

Why don't we call you Xehanort, then? It should suit for now.

[He nods. It sounds okay to him, at least! Got a ring to it. Even if he can't think why.]

[Ah, good. Not that he thought he'd been guessing wrong, but confirmation is good.]

Is there anything you'd like?