Ienzo smiles serene as a cat, tucking hands into the crooks of his opposite elbows, gummiphone still clutched in his palm. His shoulders lift in a relaxed shrug, cheeky as he dares, breezily loftily- "Well I had to give you a little trouble every now and then, Even, that's an integral piece of your ungrateful orphan narrative!"
"I could have been worse?" He adds in soft counterpoint after a moment, his eyes also tracing a path to the rowdy Struggle bunch. As far as child terrors go, unethical science projects and dark influences aside, Ienzo considers himself on the milder end of the scale. "I could have been like Braig."
He's heard stories of misbehaviors far more outlandish than his own. It's a wonder poor Master Ansem ever decided to keep picking up strays.
"(And at least I never put a frisbee through the stained glass)" He adds under his breath, eyes going heavy lidded, an expression that mirrors Even's disdain far more than he's willing to admit. The kids of Radiant Garden were a boistrous lot, back when he was young, and even if he was sometimes prone to wandering off, more often than not Ienzo tended to stay put in a corner, silently engrossed in a pile of books. His minders took his docility for granted. Xehanort always said so.
...lately he's been trying to tuck all the things that Xehanort said out of mind. Far easier said than done. Ienzo frowns at frank commentary on the evening's peace, wary of being caught off guard. Still, he's right- they've seen no trace of heartless here, for the first time in his memory. It's a good sign.
"It's still early." he nods, lest they get too comfortable with tenative optimism. "But Twilight Town has an adequate defense squad, these days. I hear Xion's no slouch." He smiles, giving his colleague a knowing tuck of the chin in acknowledgement, a gentle compliment. "Nice work."
Ienzo rubs his thumb absently along the side of his device, fiddling with alert settings, turning down the intensity of vibration to a duller buzz. Oh, so Even's not going to rise to the bait of weighing dated technologies against state-of-the-art ones? Hm. Well then, the reformed schemer will just need to reconfigure his thoughts, now that the idea of getting some new equiptment has been neatly planted. Far be it from him to refuse such an idea.
"Well I was thinking.... maybe for the exposition, it'd be nice to have?" The Restoration Committee's been meeting for weeks about putting on an Expo, pushed back till the end of summer, when they have something cohesive to show for all their hard work and progress. A projector would cap such an event off nicely, slide shows could be assembled, a modest presentation in the courtyard. Twilight Town proves it really doesn't need to be anything too fancy. "But I'd sooner go for a digital one, so we wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of reformatting. We could probably find it easily in San Fransokyo."
"Were you hoping to catch The Seven Wonders of Twilight Town?" He suggests idly, already back to scrolling. "It starts in 10 minutes."
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"I could have been worse?" He adds in soft counterpoint after a moment, his eyes also tracing a path to the rowdy Struggle bunch. As far as child terrors go, unethical science projects and dark influences aside, Ienzo considers himself on the milder end of the scale. "I could have been like Braig."
He's heard stories of misbehaviors far more outlandish than his own. It's a wonder poor Master Ansem ever decided to keep picking up strays.
"(And at least I never put a frisbee through the stained glass)" He adds under his breath, eyes going heavy lidded, an expression that mirrors Even's disdain far more than he's willing to admit. The kids of Radiant Garden were a boistrous lot, back when he was young, and even if he was sometimes prone to wandering off, more often than not Ienzo tended to stay put in a corner, silently engrossed in a pile of books. His minders took his docility for granted. Xehanort always said so.
...lately he's been trying to tuck all the things that Xehanort said out of mind. Far easier said than done. Ienzo frowns at frank commentary on the evening's peace, wary of being caught off guard. Still, he's right- they've seen no trace of heartless here, for the first time in his memory. It's a good sign.
"It's still early." he nods, lest they get too comfortable with tenative optimism. "But Twilight Town has an adequate defense squad, these days. I hear Xion's no slouch." He smiles, giving his colleague a knowing tuck of the chin in acknowledgement, a gentle compliment. "Nice work."
Ienzo rubs his thumb absently along the side of his device, fiddling with alert settings, turning down the intensity of vibration to a duller buzz. Oh, so Even's not going to rise to the bait of weighing dated technologies against state-of-the-art ones? Hm. Well then, the reformed schemer will just need to reconfigure his thoughts, now that the idea of getting some new equiptment has been neatly planted. Far be it from him to refuse such an idea.
"Well I was thinking.... maybe for the exposition, it'd be nice to have?" The Restoration Committee's been meeting for weeks about putting on an Expo, pushed back till the end of summer, when they have something cohesive to show for all their hard work and progress. A projector would cap such an event off nicely, slide shows could be assembled, a modest presentation in the courtyard. Twilight Town proves it really doesn't need to be anything too fancy. "But I'd sooner go for a digital one, so we wouldn't have to go through all the trouble of reformatting. We could probably find it easily in San Fransokyo."
"Were you hoping to catch The Seven Wonders of Twilight Town?" He suggests idly, already back to scrolling. "It starts in 10 minutes."