[His own expression softens into something neutral at her tone. Alright, then... bracing for something that might be worse than Zelos leaving. Geez...
He quietly turns to the sitting room, plopping himself down onto the couch and groggily picking at his clothes. His skin was stiff and dry and his hair felt like a matted nest - maybe he should have washed up first. But no matter. He was down here now, and whatever was on Zelda's mind was clearly important. A shower could wait a little longer.]
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[His own expression softens into something neutral at her tone. Alright, then... bracing for something that might be worse than Zelos leaving. Geez...
He quietly turns to the sitting room, plopping himself down onto the couch and groggily picking at his clothes. His skin was stiff and dry and his hair felt like a matted nest - maybe he should have washed up first. But no matter. He was down here now, and whatever was on Zelda's mind was clearly important. A shower could wait a little longer.]