Sora will look up from tossing his pack onto the couch (equally as carelessly), and then will pause as he looks at the soldier folding his clothes intently. This is a bit of a... not really measured look? It's not one of his echoes either; he's not hollowed out, his eyes unseeing. He just watches for a few moments, his hands sort of dangling at his sides. It's a bit thoughtful. Bereft would be the right word if the soldier wasn't there, and nostalgic is too strong. It's a very liminal thing, this stare.
Anyway, Sora realizes that he's staring and snaps himself out of it because he's not into that kinda thing! Thinking. He makes a couple of token teenage sounds of protest. "Hey, c'mon, I was gonna do it, you don't have to-" He shoves - shoves - the pile of weird detritus he's already collected in Beacon out of the way and crawls over his cot to the soldier's side. "I was gonna organize it, trust me!"
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Sora will look up from tossing his pack onto the couch (equally as carelessly), and then will pause as he looks at the soldier folding his clothes intently. This is a bit of a... not really measured look? It's not one of his echoes either; he's not hollowed out, his eyes unseeing. He just watches for a few moments, his hands sort of dangling at his sides. It's a bit thoughtful. Bereft would be the right word if the soldier wasn't there, and nostalgic is too strong. It's a very liminal thing, this stare.
Anyway, Sora realizes that he's staring and snaps himself out of it because he's not into that kinda thing! Thinking. He makes a couple of token teenage sounds of protest. "Hey, c'mon, I was gonna do it, you don't have to-" He shoves - shoves - the pile of weird detritus he's already collected in Beacon out of the way and crawls over his cot to the soldier's side. "I was gonna organize it, trust me!"