→ voice. twenty-six.
[the door slides open, and a man is firmly stating orders.]
Careful--careful, I say. You have no idea what that child is capable of.
S'not like he'll feel it, he's practically asleep.
[cue a quiet groan from Sora, who starts to struggle. his voice is tired, exhausted and weak.]
G-get'offa me...
Waking up, I see. That's an alarmingly fast reaction time. Strong mentality, physically strong... I suppose you'd be called a child warrior, in every sense of the word.
[he wants to protest, but all he can muster is an irritated grunt, as well as a quiet 'F... fir...']
[a soft 'tch'.] Rest, child. Your body needs to heal, as does your mind.
[the footsteps echo as the door slides open and back shut. finally, Sora slumps onto his back, breathing in and out slowly, after a long, long pause, he speaks--no, sings? the forced cheerfulness of his voice makes it very soft, and it seems like the words aren't quite all there. he's trying to cheer himself up, unawares to the journal recording beside him. and when Sora is cheering himself up and only concerned with that, you should know that things are about to hit rock bottom for Mister Keyblade Master.]
Th-the sea... weed is... always g-greener... in... what's... the next par--oh. [he takes another big breath.] ... somebody e-else's lake... you ... ... I'm tired.
Careful--careful, I say. You have no idea what that child is capable of.
S'not like he'll feel it, he's practically asleep.
[cue a quiet groan from Sora, who starts to struggle. his voice is tired, exhausted and weak.]
G-get'offa me...
Waking up, I see. That's an alarmingly fast reaction time. Strong mentality, physically strong... I suppose you'd be called a child warrior, in every sense of the word.
[he wants to protest, but all he can muster is an irritated grunt, as well as a quiet 'F... fir...']
[a soft 'tch'.] Rest, child. Your body needs to heal, as does your mind.
[the footsteps echo as the door slides open and back shut. finally, Sora slumps onto his back, breathing in and out slowly, after a long, long pause, he speaks--no, sings? the forced cheerfulness of his voice makes it very soft, and it seems like the words aren't quite all there. he's trying to cheer himself up, unawares to the journal recording beside him. and when Sora is cheering himself up and only concerned with that, you should know that things are about to hit rock bottom for Mister Keyblade Master.]
Th-the sea... weed is... always g-greener... in... what's... the next par--oh. [he takes another big breath.] ... somebody e-else's lake... you ... ... I'm tired.