[ he goes completely silent as he listens to her words. It could be because he's annoyed and trying to ignore her, or it could be because he's actually paying attention. Since the feed hasn't clicked off it's safe to say he's listening and thinking. Maybe he didn't give her enough credit before. She actually... thinks about stuff.
He frowns a little and stares forward, but something seems off, like he's not actually looking at her. He wasn't happy like this. He actually doesn't remember the last time he was actually truly happy. He just goes through life doing as he is told without thinking and that's how it's always been. He doesn't have any hobbies, and if she asked him if he had any likes or dislikes he' knows he'd just shrug. He doesn't have any favorite things, except maybe his Gunblade and the ring he keeps on his finger under his gloves, both of them having the imprint of Griever on them.
He shifts around a little and glances off to the side. ]
What better time to ramble than at night when you can't sleep?
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He frowns a little and stares forward, but something seems off, like he's not actually looking at her. He wasn't happy like this. He actually doesn't remember the last time he was actually truly happy. He just goes through life doing as he is told without thinking and that's how it's always been. He doesn't have any hobbies, and if she asked him if he had any likes or dislikes he' knows he'd just shrug. He doesn't have any favorite things, except maybe his Gunblade and the ring he keeps on his finger under his gloves, both of them having the imprint of Griever on them.
He shifts around a little and glances off to the side. ]
What better time to ramble than at night when you can't sleep?