[Lea really isn't certain why the subject of the heart makes him uneasy the way it does. It's not emotion that spooks him, because he knows how those work. Well, as much as someone really CAN, anyway. He knows he likes ice cream and hates bitter things. He knows he loves his sister and fears being forgotten one day. Those are emotions, right? Besides, you don't show emotion with your heart. Maybe you FEEL it there, but emotion is in the voice, the hands, the eyes... not the organ behind the sternum.
It's the OTHER stuff about the heart that bothers him--like how it just keeps going without being told. Like how it knows what to do without thinking, without the person even being conscious. The heart is a muscle and nothing more, and yet it seems to have a mind all its own, and something about that is just kind of creepy.
Anyway... Moving along.
He shakes his head.] Mm, nope, can't say I have. I don't know Snake much--we've talked a few times, but he seems a little... odd. Youth might play the part of the obtuse loudmouth, but I think he keeps his cards closer than he's given credit for, if you'll pardon the analogy. [A crease of concern folds into his brow.] Smoke hasn't said anything, either, but it's not really my business. Memories are personal things--I ain't about to ask about it.
[Smoke was one of Lea's closest friends, which only made him LESS inclined to pry about these things. Lea was quick to take interest in people, but slow to really trust them--it took time, effort, and... something else he couldn't quite even define. Something Kagerou and Toushi and Smoke had managed. Something Kurayami and Nova and now Cloud were getting close to. In the end, though, once the trust was there, it was solid, and if Smoke wanted to talk about what he'd seen, Lea would listen... but as nosy and curious as Lea tended to be, he respected Smoke enough not to poke that nose where it wasn't wanted.
It was strangely reassuring to really think about.
Drawing himself back to the present, Lea drew another card for Cloud, laying it face up in front of him.]
Looks like it's your lucky night, my friend. [He grins, moving his hand away from the card so Cloud can see it.] Four of diamonds. I believe you just won this hand.
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It's the OTHER stuff about the heart that bothers him--like how it just keeps going without being told. Like how it knows what to do without thinking, without the person even being conscious. The heart is a muscle and nothing more, and yet it seems to have a mind all its own, and something about that is just kind of creepy.
Anyway... Moving along.
He shakes his head.] Mm, nope, can't say I have. I don't know Snake much--we've talked a few times, but he seems a little... odd. Youth might play the part of the obtuse loudmouth, but I think he keeps his cards closer than he's given credit for, if you'll pardon the analogy. [A crease of concern folds into his brow.] Smoke hasn't said anything, either, but it's not really my business. Memories are personal things--I ain't about to ask about it.
[Smoke was one of Lea's closest friends, which only made him LESS inclined to pry about these things. Lea was quick to take interest in people, but slow to really trust them--it took time, effort, and... something else he couldn't quite even define. Something Kagerou and Toushi and Smoke had managed. Something Kurayami and Nova and now Cloud were getting close to. In the end, though, once the trust was there, it was solid, and if Smoke wanted to talk about what he'd seen, Lea would listen... but as nosy and curious as Lea tended to be, he respected Smoke enough not to poke that nose where it wasn't wanted.
It was strangely reassuring to really think about.
Drawing himself back to the present, Lea drew another card for Cloud, laying it face up in front of him.]
Looks like it's your lucky night, my friend. [He grins, moving his hand away from the card so Cloud can see it.] Four of diamonds. I believe you just won this hand.