[ It's early morning. 6? 7? Zexion wakes up, feeling… oddly refreshed. ]
[ in someone else's bed-- ]
[ --in someone else's clothes ]
[ This room belongs to someone who:
- studies a lot
- is organized
- is interested in the sciences
- probably keeps few to no friends
So what is Zexion doing here?[ Nothing is remarkable about this room; he leaves to
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[Was she still dreaming?]
[...One way to find out.]
[So she picked up the phone, hesitating and unsure, and wondered what in the world she could say. Something-- something that wouldn't give it away, that she knew him, even if he did recognize her voice. So instead of saying 'Zexion?', she said (and thought that perhaps this was a little too dishonest),]
Are you new?
[And oh, it was rather obvious that he was, but... well, no one could blame her for wanting to be sure except herself.]
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You'll probably find out soon enough.
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I will, so I don't see the harm in telling me, but if you insist.
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[She did.]
[But-- there was something else she could let him know. Maybe... then he wouldn't have any reason to work for the Organization?]
...We have hearts.
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[ And everytime he hears it, he gets a little bit excited-- but he's hiding it. It's not safe yet. ]
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It's... hard to believe.
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I guess you really do have a heart.
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How does that...?
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It's so easy to accomplish with a heart.
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I...
...I guess you're right. It's just that it's so hard to... comprehend? after spending my whole life as a Nobody. [Even if that life was only about a year long.]
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...About two months, I think.
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Sometimes the truth is stranger than fiction. [ case in point, wtf this place. ]
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Mm.
[Not to mention Nobodies in general.]
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