Coming to some term of understanding wasn't easy.
Apparently, the previously shadowed boy knew a lot more than he let on and was extremely mature.
He also didn't originally come Twilight Town but was supposedly born of both the Heartless and the Nobodies.
But he had a heart.
His real age was also undetermined.
Shy. He was extremely shy around Seifer, though he had always been. But he told the teen that he was hoping that maybe, once he became "older," they could…
He did, though, ask what it felt like to kiss someone.
Seifer denied him one, of course, his cheeks deep crimson.
But he did almost—almost—promise that in a few years… he would actually consider the request.
Vivi not enshrouded in darkness was uniquely amusing, to say the least.
He still wore his overly large hat, his poofy pine-green pants, and his royal blue jacket.
But the most exquisite thing was… his alluring honey-yellow eyes.
Seifer had come to "adore" them, though, those who knew what a Heartless was, had come to say that they looked like theirs.
Evil.
And here he thought that they made the black-haired boy look more innocent.
Like sunlight.
Tasogare: No… that did not make sense at all. Oh well, I don't care. Now that theres only one more chapter left and mostly completed, I can go back to working on Withering Beauty and fix whatever I messed up.