[ She senses something is amiss. Something about his expression, the way he speaks and won't look at her... but she doesn't understand quite what it is. Has she seen anything like this before...?
It reminds her, in a distant sort of way, of how Roxas looked at her as she faded away. Like he was losing something... even if he didn't realize it until it was too late.
Yes. Yes, that's it. The look on Luke's face is one of loss. And she does not understand why.
But, for some reason, she feels compelled to lower her hood. She looks at the jacket, then at him, then at the jacket again... then ducks her head, lifting her hands to slowly pull her hood down. It pools on her shoulders and down her back, oddly big on a girl who is honestly so little. And she is little - shorter and slighter than he'll remember her, with her black hair quite short and her face still round. But her eyes, blue as the deepest sky, are exactly the same.
Xion looks at the coat with open curiosity. It's very strange. She thinks she's never seen anything quite like it before, and she steps closer to him to examine it. ]
It's so colorful...
[ She looks down at herself, and frowns, a little. This is the emblem of the Organization she abandoned. She has to admit she doesn't really want it anymore. But how does he know it might mean something? Does he know about the Organization?
As soon as she processes that, her eyes snap up to his face. No... he's not a threat. But he knows a lot more than he's told her.
She tilts her head, considering the coat all over again. Then, all at once, she unzips the Organization cloak. It falls to the ground with a muffled sound. Beneath it she is wearing all black - a black t-shirt, black gloves, black pants and those black boots with the silver trim. She takes the colorful coat from him... and abruptly buries her face in the fur trimming with a muffled giggle. ]
And it's so soft!
[ She pulls it on, grinning brightly all at once. Once she's got it all zipped up, she luxuriates in it, pulling the collar up to rub the soft fur against her jaw. ]
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It reminds her, in a distant sort of way, of how Roxas looked at her as she faded away. Like he was losing something... even if he didn't realize it until it was too late.
Yes. Yes, that's it. The look on Luke's face is one of loss. And she does not understand why.
But, for some reason, she feels compelled to lower her hood. She looks at the jacket, then at him, then at the jacket again... then ducks her head, lifting her hands to slowly pull her hood down. It pools on her shoulders and down her back, oddly big on a girl who is honestly so little. And she is little - shorter and slighter than he'll remember her, with her black hair quite short and her face still round. But her eyes, blue as the deepest sky, are exactly the same.
Xion looks at the coat with open curiosity. It's very strange. She thinks she's never seen anything quite like it before, and she steps closer to him to examine it. ]
It's so colorful...
[ She looks down at herself, and frowns, a little. This is the emblem of the Organization she abandoned. She has to admit she doesn't really want it anymore. But how does he know it might mean something? Does he know about the Organization?
As soon as she processes that, her eyes snap up to his face. No... he's not a threat. But he knows a lot more than he's told her.
She tilts her head, considering the coat all over again. Then, all at once, she unzips the Organization cloak. It falls to the ground with a muffled sound. Beneath it she is wearing all black - a black t-shirt, black gloves, black pants and those black boots with the silver trim. She takes the colorful coat from him... and abruptly buries her face in the fur trimming with a muffled giggle. ]
And it's so soft!
[ She pulls it on, grinning brightly all at once. Once she's got it all zipped up, she luxuriates in it, pulling the collar up to rub the soft fur against her jaw. ]
Thank you! It was really kind of you to bring it.