[Roxas looks at Sora before he looks at Terra, and even though they're doing this beanie thing to show someone else how much they resemble one another, a little pickle of strangeness goes does his spine. It's like looking in a mirror, but not; seeing Sora's face isn't like seeing his own. There's no looking glass to completely reverse his own features because they're not his, they're someone else's.
Once upon a time, it might have really bothered him, he thinks. If he'd met this Ventus kid, someone he doesn't know at all, or if he'd met Sora before understanding why and how they're connected. But it's hard to get upset about looking like...like yourself.
He takes a long breath and relaxes his shoulders, shifting his gaze toward Terra as he lets his expression fall into the same calm one as Sora. They'd tested this earlier and in the beanies, he knows they pass for brothers. No, twins, identical ones—until some unruly hair inevitably sneaks out.
He'll wait for some kind of reaction, but he's already searching for the next idea, only to come up short. If this doesn't work, Roxas isn't sure anything will, even the flash cards.]
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Once upon a time, it might have really bothered him, he thinks. If he'd met this Ventus kid, someone he doesn't know at all, or if he'd met Sora before understanding why and how they're connected. But it's hard to get upset about looking like...like yourself.
He takes a long breath and relaxes his shoulders, shifting his gaze toward Terra as he lets his expression fall into the same calm one as Sora. They'd tested this earlier and in the beanies, he knows they pass for brothers. No, twins, identical ones—until some unruly hair inevitably sneaks out.
He'll wait for some kind of reaction, but he's already searching for the next idea, only to come up short. If this doesn't work, Roxas isn't sure anything will, even the flash cards.]