Giselle stared. “But… but…. how does she know?”
“Oh no,” said Robert.
She advanced with wide-eyed purpose. There was a distinct hint of a melody in it.
“You’ve got to show her you love her,” said the messy-haired kid, reasonably. Giselle’s face lit up. She whirled and took his hands. The kid stared back with the exact. same. face.
“Shit,” said Riku, because he could swear in this world, and because Donald and Goofy weren’t around to look disappointed at him for it. He kind of liked that.
Giselle continued: “How does she know that you really--”
“--truly?” supplied Sora, the grin was beginning to grow.
“Love her!” finished Giselle, matter-of-factly.
That was around the time the accompaniment burst into full orchestra. Or marching mand. Or whatever it was.
Riku didn’t consider himself an expert on weird cases of dissociative disorder, but he was pretty sure this should’ve been the point when Roxas threw their collective self into the lake. Something seemed to be keeping him. It might’ve been the choreography, as both pretty princesses began spinning their way off along the path.
“...a thousand worlds,” grumbled Riku, “And we had to find the one with the go find your dream number.”
“Don’t look at me,” said Robert. “It’s all her. … and that kid.”
“Sora,” said Riku, with enough attitudes to put the lawyer off him for life if they weren’t currently sympathizing with each other’s plight. He looked like the kind of guy Morgan would find dreamy in a few years, and Robert wasn’t having fun with the thought.
So he just said, “So does he do this wherever he goes?”
“Only when you encourage him,” said Riku, pointedly.
‘Encouragement’ was happening full swing, seeing as a group of joggers had been roped into a very elaborate line dance. They were also all suddenly in a different part of the park. Both parties just thoroughly ignored this. Sora and Giselle were basking in it.
“I didn’t know he knew the words,” said Robert.
“And I wanted to catch a cab,” Riku shot back. “Your world’s is psychotic. You’ve got a ton of heartless in your train system, by the way. Also, you guys charge way too much for things like, ice cream.”
Robert, who only understood part of that, just frowned and said, “Yeah, well, that’s Manhattan for you.”
The teenager, who didn’t understand any of that, just looked blank. “I thought this place was called New York.” That was when they both noticed they’d unwittingly begun wiggling vaguely to the beat. They stopped at once.
Riku coughed, “Think we can catch them at the chorus.”
“Why not. And put that back, you didn’t pay for it.”
Sourly, Riku stuck the candied apple back in its place. The vendor looked strangely disappointed, but it was a hard thing to notice, when the whole world was apparently now song.