[A Keyblade. The Keyblade. For just the briefest moment, a combination of disappointment and jealousy flickers in his eyes, but it's gone within another second and Riku's faking cheer again. There's no reason that Kairi should know that he's found this Keyblade once already. That he took it out and gave it a few practice swings--that it felt inexplicably wrong in his hands, that he'd put it back into the locker with one final glare at the weapon he was never meant to have.
The weapon he apparently wasn't -good- enough to wield with any effectiveness.
Yeah, no. There's no way he can tell Kairi about all of that, so it's faking the happiness he knows she expects him to have.]
A Keyblade, here?
[He gives a low whistle as he examines the blade in her hands--he doesn't touch it.]
I guess you really can find anything in these lockers, can't you?
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The weapon he apparently wasn't -good- enough to wield with any effectiveness.
Yeah, no. There's no way he can tell Kairi about all of that, so it's faking the happiness he knows she expects him to have.]
A Keyblade, here?
[He gives a low whistle as he examines the blade in her hands--he doesn't touch it.]
I guess you really can find anything in these lockers, can't you?