The Dusk just shakes its head, a little impatiently, and tries to think up how it can tell Ven who it is. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
... wriggle wriggle.
Xion plops herself on the ground with a motion that would seem perfectly paired with a sigh, though no sound escapes her. She taps her claws together, then tilts her head up at him in a way that might almost be seen as imploring.
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The Dusk just shakes its head, a little impatiently, and tries to think up how it can tell Ven who it is. Hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm.
... wriggle wriggle.
Xion plops herself on the ground with a motion that would seem perfectly paired with a sigh, though no sound escapes her. She taps her claws together, then tilts her head up at him in a way that might almost be seen as imploring.