[ 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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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. )