[Zelos nods. They established that when Lloyd asked about the colour of his wings a while ago. But now that Yuan's brought it up -- Zelos isn't supposed to be able to feel hot, is he?
But he does. He feels like he's spent a few hours in Altamira with long sleeves on. And the weird thing is that he doesn't feel like taking anything off would actually help.
It's easier to know where Yuan is when he's this close. Zelos still can't explain how. There's just something in the air that feels vaguely different, a spot that isn't like any of the spots surrounding it, right next to his shoulder. If Zelos didn't know Yuan was kneeling there, he'd probably assume he was imagining it. Instead, he turns his head slightly, and unwittingly pushes 'what are you doing' into the inaudible echo range. It's still not words, still not clear, but it's more of a start than he had yesterday.
Zelos's skin emits an unnatural warmth. Not painful, and barely noticeable, but Yuan's right -- it's too warm to be because of the mild day's sun.]
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But he does. He feels like he's spent a few hours in Altamira with long sleeves on. And the weird thing is that he doesn't feel like taking anything off would actually help.
It's easier to know where Yuan is when he's this close. Zelos still can't explain how. There's just something in the air that feels vaguely different, a spot that isn't like any of the spots surrounding it, right next to his shoulder. If Zelos didn't know Yuan was kneeling there, he'd probably assume he was imagining it. Instead, he turns his head slightly, and unwittingly pushes 'what are you doing' into the inaudible echo range. It's still not words, still not clear, but it's more of a start than he had yesterday.
Zelos's skin emits an unnatural warmth. Not painful, and barely noticeable, but Yuan's right -- it's too warm to be because of the mild day's sun.]