[Ventus instinctively moves to the side when he hears someone approach, slowing down just a fraction, mostly so that he wouldn't crash into anyone. Though, after a few seconds, he frowns. No one's passing him? That's... not right.] Huh..
[Cue one very, very confused keyblade derp, who looks something like an older Roxas, just dressed in a polo neck, jeans, joggers.... and a blindfold. A familiar paldron's also worn, though this one looks battered.
Along with that, Ventus is practically a beacon of darkness, what little light there is almost drowning.] I know someone's here...
Halls.
[Cue one very, very confused keyblade derp, who looks something like an older Roxas, just dressed in a polo neck, jeans, joggers.... and a blindfold. A familiar paldron's also worn, though this one looks battered.
Along with that, Ventus is practically a beacon of darkness, what little light there is almost drowning.] I know someone's here...