"Oh?" Ienzo counters brightly, sharp as a whip, though his tone's stung through so cheerfully, eyes so round and void of any open sneering that not a single passerby would take this for any kind of deepseated, longstanding argument between them. "Shall I refresh your ailing memory?"
He can only think of a hundred or so scoldings where he was pointedly reminded of Lord Ansem's generousity, of how his scholarship was extended on mere mercy more than merit, lest Even's delicate pride in his academic accomplishments be trounced by a capable seven year old.
How even upon meeting Ventus, after the battle, the first innocently friendly words out of this Roxas lookalike keybearer's mouth were-'Oh! But I know you already, Ienzo! You're the boy without parents, that the people at the castle took on!' Right. Still his defining trait, ten years later. Splendid.
But Even's gratitude is rare enough that he'll take it without further complaint, eyes drifting away to roll skyward with a shake of his head and a private smile of resigned fondness as his colleague launches into talking up those modified replicas of his.
"You're really going to critique children's film projects?" Pipes Ienzo, tagging along at his heels. Who are we kidding, Even, of course we are. Critical Thinking is a finely honed mental skill, the practice of which is only improved with popcorn and whispers under dimmed strings of edison bulbs. "When most of them probably rushed it to completion the night before deadline?"
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He can only think of a hundred or so scoldings where he was pointedly reminded of Lord Ansem's generousity, of how his scholarship was extended on mere mercy more than merit, lest Even's delicate pride in his academic accomplishments be trounced by a capable seven year old.
How even upon meeting Ventus, after the battle, the first innocently friendly words out of this Roxas lookalike keybearer's mouth were-'Oh! But I know you already, Ienzo! You're the boy without parents, that the people at the castle took on!' Right. Still his defining trait, ten years later. Splendid.
But Even's gratitude is rare enough that he'll take it without further complaint, eyes drifting away to roll skyward with a shake of his head and a private smile of resigned fondness as his colleague launches into talking up those modified replicas of his.
"You're really going to critique children's film projects?" Pipes Ienzo, tagging along at his heels. Who are we kidding, Even, of course we are. Critical Thinking is a finely honed mental skill, the practice of which is only improved with popcorn and whispers under dimmed strings of edison bulbs. "When most of them probably rushed it to completion the night before deadline?"
(To be perfectly fair, so did he.)
"I hope there are still open seats..."