Strange Destination, Stranger Encounters (Open)

Honest confidence. Anti-Sora quite liked that in people. The pink haired girl earned a slight smirk from the rogue Heartless. ”Heh. You coulda’ fooled me.” He said with some casual snark, shrugging his shoulders as well. Was Anti-Sora upset though? Arguably no; this was just his normal casual disposition; just kind of prickly. ”Also, no, that’s just how my face looks.”

The cat-like individual elicited a more grouchy reaction from Anti-Sora, to the point where he didn’t even want to say anything in response. He simply scowled and thought inwardly about how this weirdo was strangely and annoyingly familiar somehow. Didn’t that other half of his meet someone that behaved in such a bizarre manner?

Whatever a ‘Spira’ was, sounded like a fungus or something, but Anti-Sora didn’t have the time to express that thought, as one of the individuals gathered hear was seemingly eager to draw her weapon . ”Nah, you Somebodies are just morons that judge what they see based on nothing tangible. All I did was walk this way and people started pissing their pants. So no, I’m not causing any trouble.” Anti-Sora nonchalantly pointed towards the sword that the woman was ready to swing at a moment’s notice. ”You’re the one with your hands on your sword. If anything you look more willing to thrown down than me.” He sighed. ”Whatever, I can’t expect every Somebody to be smart...” To which Anti-Sora shot a glare at the goofy pastel purple dragon. ”Like Dipshit The Dragon over here—” Anti-Sora gestured towards the dragon for emphasis. “— thought it was smart to strike up a conversation with some Red Nocturne Heartless. Those little losers don’t have any brains… In fact,” Anti-Sora grinned (either menacingly or playfully it was rather hard to tell) ”They’ll t͢͜e̕a̷̕r͟ ̨y͡o҉ù̕͡r͢ ̕͟͜h̷̢e͠a̡͢͜r͏̕t̵ ̵́où̢t̶ without so much as a please and thank you! OooOoOo~!”

The short snippet about the ‘meaning of home’ and cushy conversation that Anti-Sora heard almost made him gag. All that fluffy sugar-coated reassurance was largely dishonest in his eyes. He found himself agreeing with the simplicity that was Ayami’s statement. Home was where one belonged. To Anti-Sora; he belonged wherever he was, because he was the type of individual most at home with himself.

Speaking of Ayami, she took Anti-Sora’s snarky jab in stride, either too thick skulled to realize he was being a tad mean, or… It didn’t bother her at all. Given Anti-Sora’s experience in being blunt and brutally honest with people; Ayami leaned more towards the latter, and the abyssal renegade respected that. ”Pfhahahaah! See? You’re pretty funny.” Ayami’s continued ridiculousness actually got a decent enough smile from him, one of wholesome bemusement, but that was close enough.

As for Elfé, that was a smug grin if anyone ever saw one, she reacted negatively as was expected, but her sarcastic bite was confident also, and as such— Anti-Sora welcomed it, as if he was among a respected peer in the snarky wits department. ”Ohhhh noooo, its like you’re looking into a mirrrooorrrr ohhh noooo!” Anti-Sora snorted, but he refrained from cackling outright, she didn’t lash out with physical violence without actual viable reason so there was no need to prod any further. Besides, Ayami seemingly managed to convince the swordswoman to at least be civil. ”Pfft, eaaaaasy.” He responded, casually floating a little bit off the ground with his hands held behind his head.

Anti-Sora had to admit, if this group wanted to pick a fight with the Heartless that were bumming around on the outskirts of the town, he wasn’t going to stop them. He’d join them in doing so, if anything but that didn’t mean he was going to be nice about it. ”Be my guest, dragon goes first.” He added, slight smirk sent Figment’s way.

Blinking in confusion, Anti-Sora looked over to Ayami. ”Franna-bubba what now?” Oh good, names and introductions. ’Gross.’ Anti-Sora thought. Still, he didn’t want to have his likeness tied to that naive posterchild for happy fun-times, so he had been giving this some thought; what name could he actually take for himself? ”Call me Yozora.”