[ Sora's had some time to get reacquainted with his old (young?) body - dying peacefully in your sleep doesn't happen at the front end of your life, after all - and he's putting it to good use. He's bouncing between cars, searching seat by seat for some people in particular, his afterlife brochure stuck in one of his many pockets. After all, they had the gall to go first and leave him behind. It was his sworn duty to chase them down and give them a piece of his mind. Or, you know. Not.
Buuut if he sees some sad stranger with no friends who looks confused and upset, he'll crash into the seat right next to them and give them a huge smile. After all, if someone looks lonely and he's got the power to change that, why not? ]
Hey! This seat taken? [ ... Sora, ask first before plopping. Gee whiz. ]
still strikeraid, just on a different account!
Buuut if he sees some sad stranger with no friends who looks confused and upset, he'll crash into the seat right next to them and give them a huge smile. After all, if someone looks lonely and he's got the power to change that, why not? ]
Hey! This seat taken? [ ... Sora, ask first before plopping. Gee whiz. ]