[Sora didn’t remember exactly how he’d gotten involved with this well intentioned and vaguely menacing crafting circle. He just remembered running across the deck of a ghost ship and stepping into the place then thinking it sure was pretty in that kind of girly way that Kairi liked. He thought she would really like the pink trees and he’d thought maybe he could find some seeds or something that he could take back with him for her as he walked through the park he’d found himself in.
And then he’d heard this very soothing song and everything kind of went fuzzy around the edges until an earnest question distracted him long enough to poke his thumb with the crafting needle and the quick stab was enough to “wake” him up.]
Ow! Uh? What are we what?
[He asked as he turned to look at the owner of the voice beside him and found another kid that looked roughly around his age as Sora shook out his thumb then sucked on the tip long enough to get the bleeding to stop.
The vaguely unfocused look in his blue eyes disappeared though as his brow slowly knit together into a frown as he looked at Izuku and then around the little circle of people almost mechanically stitching away at their project and down to his own lap where a very bad attempt at a paopu fruit stared up at him, all weird proportions and wobbly stitches.]
I don’t remember..? [Sora whispered as he turned his attention back over to the other teen with just a touch of concern on his face.] How did we get here?
B. Cross-Stitched
And then he’d heard this very soothing song and everything kind of went fuzzy around the edges until an earnest question distracted him long enough to poke his thumb with the crafting needle and the quick stab was enough to “wake” him up.]
Ow! Uh? What are we what?
[He asked as he turned to look at the owner of the voice beside him and found another kid that looked roughly around his age as Sora shook out his thumb then sucked on the tip long enough to get the bleeding to stop.
The vaguely unfocused look in his blue eyes disappeared though as his brow slowly knit together into a frown as he looked at Izuku and then around the little circle of people almost mechanically stitching away at their project and down to his own lap where a very bad attempt at a paopu fruit stared up at him, all weird proportions and wobbly stitches.]
I don’t remember..? [Sora whispered as he turned his attention back over to the other teen with just a touch of concern on his face.] How did we get here?