"Zexion! Dinner!"
Zexion blinked. Dinner... That was food. He set his book down, and scooted off the window seat, running to where he'd heard Libi call. She smiled at him, and handed him a plate of something that smelled delicious to him. He sat down at the table and waited for her to do the same. "What were you reading about today, Zexion?"
He smiled. "Dolphins," he said. He blinked. "Where is Serene?"
Libi frowned. "Serene works during the night on Fridays and Saturdays, so she won't be eating with us tonight."
He nodded, and picked up his fork, shoveling some of the orange colored food into his mouth. He closed his eyes and smiled. It was as delicious as it had smelled.
Libi watched him, smiling gently. "Do you like it? It's called Mac'n'cheese."
Zexion repeated it and nodded. "It's delicious," he said, before shoveling more of it into his mouth.
"Hey, Zexion, how can you stand having your hair over your eye all the time? Doesn't that mess with your vision?" Libi asked suddenly, tilting her head. Zexion had been living with them for several years now, yet she'd never once seen his right eye.
He blinked. "I don't recall ever needing it, it has always been covered."
"Oh. Is there anything wrong with it?"
He mulled over the question. "No, I don't think so. I just don't use it."
Libi 'hm'-ed, and ate some of her own Mac'n'cheese. "I want you to start using it, I think you might find it much easier to function."
Zexion blinked, and pulled his hair out of his other eye, tucking it behind his ear. "There is no improvement," he said, and continued to eat.
"Close your left eye and tell me what you see," Libi said, eyes narrowed.
So he did. "I...see nothing. It is dark."
"Okay, you can open your other eye... it looks like you're blind in one eye. I won't bother you about it anymore."
"Oh. I'm sorry."
"Huh? It's not your fault," she said, shaking her head. "I was just curious, is all."
Zexion nodded.
"So, today, I got you enrolled in school. They'll have you take a proficiency test to place you, since you never attended school before."
"School?" Serene had been homeschooling him for the entire time he'd been there.
"A place where you, amongst other kids your age, will learn more than me or Serene could teach you."
"I see," he said. "I do not know my age."
Libi studied him. "Well, we originally thought you to be ten, and judging by your voice having dropped, we're guessing you to be fourteen or fifteen."
"Oh, I see."
"We tried to find any missing child reports, but there weren't any. We still don't know much about you," she said, sighing.
"I'm sorry," he said, quietly.
"Don't worry about it...just...if you remember anything, please tell us."
Zexion nodded.

Zexion found the test they gave him to be exceedingly easy. They informed him that he would be placed in the highest grade, twelfth, and that school started on the following Monday.

Serene took him shopping later that day, and bought him enough clothing to last him a week before needing to do laundry, along with some professional wear. They also bought things she insisted he would need for school-paper, folders, pencils, pens, and a calculator. When they got back, Libi had ordered something called Pizza, which Zexion soon found a deep love for. It was the saltiness combined with the sweetness of the tomato sauce and crust, he speculated, that caused him to love it so much.
Serene told him that he'd soon be sick of pizza after eating it at school for two weeks, but he didn't believe her.
Zexion wasn't particularly picky about what he ate-he did not, however, like the greasy, fried, and overly salted potatoes whether they were in the form of French Fries (which, he learned, were not actually French) or chips. He tolerated mashed potatoes, though he didn't put anything on them-causing Libi to give him funny looks and Serene to have a weird fascination with his eating habits. He concluded that his adoptive mothers were strange, curious beings, and that he should simply ignore their oddities.
He also did not seem to like many sweet foods, though he had a strange obsession with sour gummy worms that even he had no explanation for.
Needless to say, Zexion liked almost anything they fed him, gave him, or taught him.