Young Writers Society

One. One...year?

Well. That certainly explained a lot.

He let out a long breath. "One. Alright. Wow. Okay, uh...how're we gonna get you home? Any idea how to get back?" Matt inquired before turning his attention back to the street.

"C-O-R-R-I-D-O-R," he signed. He kept his eyes on his plush instead of on Matt. If Matt knew so much about his life, he would know what a corridor of darkness was - there was no need to further explain it. "T-O-O T-I-R-E-D N-O-W."

Corridor. Right. God, it'd been too long since he'd played the game, or even spoken to someone who did. "How long does it take to, uh...recharge?" Matt inquired. He had a test to study for, still, and he also needed to grab some groceries. Dragging Kirux along for all of that was going to be...tricky, to say the least.

He shrugged. It depended on a bunch of things he didn't really know - how much sleep he had gotten, how much food he had in his tummy, how many times he had summoned his keyblade, and how many times he had made corridors.

Then he shifted in the seat, curling up in its corner and resting his shoulder on the window as he continued to cuddle Riku.