[It takes him a few tries to gather up the courage and push himself forward through the grass and not just sit in a small heap across the garden - this place was strange, his sister and caretaker were not anywhere nearby, and the small blonde boy, close to the age of 5, looks like he may burst into tears at any moment.
But oh. Oh, there's another boy. A little older than him. Chattering to no one in particular in a soft tone of voice...
Zelos may hear the gentle shuffle of feet through the grass behind him as the younger boy approaches, hands grasping into his tunic tightly.]
Nnn... ah... [And he screws up his face a little - no, no, be brave!] ... why do you talk to the flowers?
[Interactive] Sup, look who drove in a little late
But oh. Oh, there's another boy. A little older than him. Chattering to no one in particular in a soft tone of voice...
Zelos may hear the gentle shuffle of feet through the grass behind him as the younger boy approaches, hands grasping into his tunic tightly.]
Nnn... ah... [And he screws up his face a little - no, no, be brave!] ... why do you talk to the flowers?