“Light! Oh.. must’ve been thinking aloud again. But you’re right. Guess that’s one thing we can both agree on for once.”
“Tch…just like you to not realize something such as that.” she murmured, crossing her arms. “Something we agree on? I must be not feeling like myself…” her cerulean gaze distracted itself away from him.
"You say that like it’s a bad thing. Am I really that much of an oaf to you?" Trench coat narrowed his gaze while lightly tugging on the bandanna alleviating the itching that irked him. "Something on your mind, Light?"
“I really don’t like assumptions made out against me.”
“And I don’t like making those assumptions. But I guess we deal…right?”
"Light! Oh.. must’ve been thinking aloud again. But you’re right. Guess that’s one thing we can both agree on for once."
“I ain’t that old, son.” His frown then slowly turned to a smile as he waved back to the blonde hero that went by the name of Snow. “And everything’s been fine— living as much as I can to the fullest of my ability.” He grinned. “How you doing, trench coat? How’s you and Serah?”
"Haha! Still holding on to that name you gave me huh?" Smiling at him, while raising both hands shoulder’s length in conjunction to a shrug. "That Serah, haha. —She’s a hand full with this wedding rehearsal biz. Our wedding is not until another seven months, yet she insists we better start rehearsing so soon." The blond shook his head and chuckled to himself. "Women. Can’t live without them I suppose, right?"