( it never really matters how long terra has or hasn't known someone — he trusts and bonds easily, something that has, er … been to his detriment in the past, but with everything they've been through both separately and together, he thinks that if there was only one person in this place that he would fully put his trust in and find no regrets, it would be rep.
and he deserves to be more than just a replica. ( which means he's going to have to come up with something else to call him, isn't he? but that can wait until he's gotten this whole treehouse business sorted out. )
it hadn't even been a question of whether or not he wanted to share personal space with the other ( even though he does, because he wants to get to know him better, know more about him in general ), but that it feels right to suggest such a thing in the first place. he waits for an answer to his question and doesn't quite realize he's been holding his breath until he lets it out in a whoosh —
but then he's grinning, and gesturing toward the ladder. ) Good, I was hoping you'd say that. Don't know what I would have done if you'd said no— ( he laughs, and it sounds a little nervous. ) I, uh. Wanna show you something. Up there.
[ comfort in familiarity; they're both examples of this, and he's of the mind that if it works, then it works. he'd unfortunately inherited riku's tendency of being in his own head too much and he's been trying to work on it, now that he's here with nothing else left to fight for. so yes, he trusts terra, and maybe that's all there really is to it.
the rush of breath he lets out surprises the replica, but he doesn't comment on it, glancing up at the treehouse and then back to terra. something to show him? he can't think of anything it could be, but there's only one way to find out.
riku and sora had been climbing paopu trees since they could walk, and the replica approaches it in much the same way. muscle memory helps, and the ladder makes it easy. by the time he gets to the top, he looks around the house but doesn't go in yet, waiting for terra to join him. ]
( someone that gets lost in their own head too much … nope, we sure don't know anyone else around here that might have a problem with that, do we? even if he's never been accused of thinking too much a day in his life …
ahem. sorry, terra. there's a reason everyone calls you a himbo behind your back. i mean what —
he follows the other up the ladder, still just a little bit jittery if the way his stomach tenses with every rope rung climbed; he's not sure what he's expecting once he presents his find, but the innocence of this is your place? makes him chuckle in the very back of his throat, moving forward just as much as he needs to open the door and motion towards the inside. )
In a way, yeah, but I thought— ( his voice catches, and it sounds a little scratchy-squeaky for a handful of seconds until he manages to clear his throat. what is wrong with you? get it together.) I thought it could be ours. If you wanted. Y'know.
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and he deserves to be more than just a replica. ( which means he's going to have to come up with something else to call him, isn't he? but that can wait until he's gotten this whole treehouse business sorted out. )
it hadn't even been a question of whether or not he wanted to share personal space with the other ( even though he does, because he wants to get to know him better, know more about him in general ), but that it feels right to suggest such a thing in the first place. he waits for an answer to his question and doesn't quite realize he's been holding his breath until he lets it out in a whoosh —
but then he's grinning, and gesturing toward the ladder. ) Good, I was hoping you'd say that. Don't know what I would have done if you'd said no— ( he laughs, and it sounds a little nervous. ) I, uh. Wanna show you something. Up there.
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the rush of breath he lets out surprises the replica, but he doesn't comment on it, glancing up at the treehouse and then back to terra. something to show him? he can't think of anything it could be, but there's only one way to find out.
riku and sora had been climbing paopu trees since they could walk, and the replica approaches it in much the same way. muscle memory helps, and the ladder makes it easy. by the time he gets to the top, he looks around the house but doesn't go in yet, waiting for terra to join him. ]
This is your place?
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ahem. sorry, terra. there's a reason everyone calls you a himbo behind your back. i mean what —
he follows the other up the ladder, still just a little bit jittery if the way his stomach tenses with every rope rung climbed; he's not sure what he's expecting once he presents his find, but the innocence of this is your place? makes him chuckle in the very back of his throat, moving forward just as much as he needs to open the door and motion towards the inside. )
In a way, yeah, but I thought— ( his voice catches, and it sounds a little scratchy-squeaky for a handful of seconds until he manages to clear his throat. what is wrong with you? get it together. ) I thought it could be ours. If you wanted. Y'know.
( why are you so awkward. )