Ven had taken his time in finding his way over to the residential district of the city. He wasn't shy about meeting anyone, least of all the people he would be boarding with, but there had been so many sights and sounds on the way that he'd ended up wandering off the main street a number of times to investigate. The more he saw, the more he wanted to see still; it had effectively dawned on him just how lucky he was to be here, even if there was no current way out and his normal abilities had been sealed. Regardless, he was, somehow, alive and awake all the same, and he wasn't about to take it for granted.
Mograe had followed along the whole way, never objecting other than to remind him of which way the apartments lay. She was feeling like a particularly lucky moogle after seeing some of the other, less tolerant Heroes who had arrived -- and while Ventus still hadn't said a whole lot about himself, she'd picked up enough bits and pieces to feel sympathetic. If he wanted to run himself ragged dashing around the streets and enjoying the sights, she couldn't argue.
But now they were approaching his assigned house, with Mograe scanning the numbers for B-10 while they continued to chat.
"I'm just saying, you should give it a try before you say that," Ven insisted.
"Fruit is for eating, kupo," Mograe replied, unconvinced, "not hitting around for sport."
"Yeah, but if y--" They both stopped short at the greeting that came their way, but Ven's look of vague surprise quickly turned into a grin as he spotted the girl. "Hi, there!"
"Oh," Mograe observed, "this is it, kupo."
Blinking, Ven glanced up at the house, its number, and then back to the girl. "Oh -- are you in B-10, too?" he asked.
that's perfectly good! c:
Mograe had followed along the whole way, never objecting other than to remind him of which way the apartments lay. She was feeling like a particularly lucky moogle after seeing some of the other, less tolerant Heroes who had arrived -- and while Ventus still hadn't said a whole lot about himself, she'd picked up enough bits and pieces to feel sympathetic. If he wanted to run himself ragged dashing around the streets and enjoying the sights, she couldn't argue.
But now they were approaching his assigned house, with Mograe scanning the numbers for B-10 while they continued to chat.
"I'm just saying, you should give it a try before you say that," Ven insisted.
"Fruit is for eating, kupo," Mograe replied, unconvinced, "not hitting around for sport."
"Yeah, but if y--" They both stopped short at the greeting that came their way, but Ven's look of vague surprise quickly turned into a grin as he spotted the girl. "Hi, there!"
"Oh," Mograe observed, "this is it, kupo."
Blinking, Ven glanced up at the house, its number, and then back to the girl. "Oh -- are you in B-10, too?" he asked.