AN: Just a reminder, the lengths of these drabbles will not be consistent. But do note that they are related and connected to one another.
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They were in the practice room again.
Leon came in to find Sora barely starting her stretches. She chirruped a greeting to which he gave a nod back. She smiled and then bent over to touch her toes. Putting his jacket aside, he walked over to stretch as well—but not too close to her, of course.
He may be more comfortable with her, but he still required a certain amount of personal space. It wasn't a slight; it was just his preference.
After stretching his arms and slightly twisting his torso, he smoothly bent over backwards. As his fingers grazed the floor, he pondered upon their practices.
Within these last few weeks they've been arriving to the room around the same time.
'We must have gotten used to coming at the time the other one does.' There really was only one explanation for that; he just hadn't been aware that he changed about half of his practice times to her times.
'Though,' he mused, 'she must have done the same.' For how else would they be constantly meeting if only he had adjusted his schedule?
He straightened up and switched to working on his legs.
Sora went up to the trapezes while he continued.
Was the realization unsettling? 'Perhaps, but it is nothing worth mulling over.'
Was the change negative? 'No.'
Did he want it to continue?
He paused in adjusting his practice fingerless gloves. The past weeks zoomed through his mind and the general atmosphere he found himself in.
'Yes.'
With that, he finished fixing his gloves and climbed up the ladder.
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End of Drabble.