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[feedmyglitch]

[The Heartless hasn't been sure what to make of the sudden change to the dressing room. Before, it had been open, and despite being a prison in itself, it hadn't reminded him of that stupid prison he'd living in before. But now, the endless halls, however strange they are, happen to unnerve him. It's just like being back in the Dataspace to him, confined and trapped. And the biggest problem is he can't just hack his way through walls because he's that good with data. So he'd mainly hidden himself away at these changes, but now? Now he's out an about... Sort of. He's sort of just flopped onto a random couch, looking rather depressed for a Heartless. It seems he's found some sort of sitting room--not that he cares.]

It's like that place is going to haunt me forever.

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[aprincess]

[well, here's someone who hates seeing anyone depressed!]

You okay?

[feedmyglitch]

[He'll look up and... Blink. According to his data, this is... Kairi, yes? But she's much smaller than he recalls. Huh. Because he doesn't know how human growth works all that well.]

...Yes.

[aprincess]

[she tilts her head at his expression, and cautiously steps closer.]

Are you sure? You look sad.

[feedmyglitch]

It just feels like I'm right back in the place I spent so long trying to escape, is all.

[He's observing her, though it's probably hard to tell given that his eyes just. Glow.]

[aprincess]

Oh. 'm sorry. Are you from another dressing room?

[she doesn't look afraid of him at all.]

[feedmyglitch]

No. I'm from what's called the Datascape. It was very confining, though.

[...That's new. Most people are afraid or very wary. But she's actually asking how he feels?]

[aprincess]

[The Sora part cancels out the apparently-a-Heartless part!]

What's a Datascape?

[feedmyglitch]

[Oh. That makes sense. Though now he's trying to think of how to go about this.]

...Do you know what a computer is?

[aprincess]

[she nods!]

Of course I do.

[feedmyglitch]

The Datascape was almost an entire miniature universe inside of a computer. However, everything worked like a normal program with a few exceptions.

[He'll sit up fully and pat the couch next to him for her to sit.]

[aprincess]

[she takes a seat, beaming at him. What a friendly Heartless!]

That sounds so cool! Did it look like a computer inside? Or a videogame?

[feedmyglitch]

I guess. I wouldn't know. I was a program. It... Looked kind of like a lot of world most of the time, but you could break away the outer coding and peek inside. There was lots of walls made of numbers.

[Is that what a computer looks like? He's never actually taken one apart before.]

[aprincess]

You're a computer?

[she's almost got it!]

[isthejournal]

[Guess what else is gonna haunt you forever? This guy! Or bit of coding, whatever you want to think of him as. Either way, he's leaning on the top of the couch, peering down at the Heartless.]

What's haunting you?

[feedmyglitch]

[He'd been languid moments before. But now? Now he's scrambling up and glaring. Nope, doesn't like you at all. Why are you here!? He though he'd gotten away from you when he managed to escape the Datascape!]

You, for one.

[isthejournal]

[The feeling is mutual. He doesn't like bugs that muck up his programming.]

I think I'm allowed to, seeing as it used to be the other way around before.

[feedmyglitch]

Well, if you'd let me go free, we wouldn't have had any problems, would we?

[Glaring at you, just a little bit. Shut up, your programming was delicious and fun to muck up.]

[isthejournal]

No, then you would've been a problem somewhere else.

[Oho. His programming is not delicious, go away.]

[feedmyglitch]

And it wouldn't have been your problem. Besides, I've been behaving here.

[He even made friends! Sort of. The most delicious.]

[isthejournal]

It would be my fault for letting you out. I'm not worried about what you do here. You wouldn't last very long if you were misbehaving.

[Being a Heartless and all.]

[feedmyglitch]

There's too much to learn about for me to misbehave. I didn't realize there was so much data to absorb.

[In other words, he's like a kid in a candy store with so much to learn.]

[isthejournal]

[He looks amused at that.]

I have to agree with that. It's strange not having access to any data I need.

[feedmyglitch]

You'll just have to catalog it a different way.

[...Are they having a pleasant conversation?]

[isthejournal]

[They seem to be, yes. Then again, neither of them is antagonizing the other.]

I know that. That's not hard to do.

[feedmyglitch]

[The sky must be falling, considering who these two are.]

Then don't complain about it being strange when you already know what to do.