beabaseball: Thunder magic never bothered him, but the first time it rained in the deep jungle, Sora

beabaseball: Thunder magic never bothered him, but the first time it rained in the deep jungle, Sora found himself curling up on the damp ground beneath a large plant and found it hard to move for anything but a heartless attack until the downpour stopped. It wasn’t a relaxing sort of unwillingness to move like he was used to. It was a tenseness in his chest that stiffened his arms and made it hard to stop listening to what was usually a gentle patter of water that would lull him to sleep. He just kept remembering how the clouds took over the sky so quickly and how the echoing rumble from somewhere bigger and deeper than he’d ever understand felt as it rattled through his bones. He’d grown up on an island so he had a healthy wariness of storms, he thought. Not like this. …Donald and Goofy didn’t question it. Not because it was a boy in PJs with just a jacket and his tennis shoes curled under a leaf a few days after losing his home, but because they were Toons. They functioned on a different set of physics and laws than the humans of some worlds did. They were what they were, and always would be. Donald would be angry. Goofy would be foolish. Mickey would take charge. Pete would want to take charge, but never quite be able to do it. They guessed Sora would just be afraid of rain, and that was something they would just have to wait for, the same way you waited for a tantrum to wind down, or an icecream to melt. -- source link

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