Ven struggles with sleep for a few seconds longer before he finally wins and manages to open his eyes. He blinks and looks up at Zexion. That hair… He recognizes it. Recognition and confusion color his expression as he looks up into the older, but still somewhat familiar face. He's only ever known one person with that face.
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Date: 2012-06-26 06:11 am (UTC)"Ienzo?" He asks, sitting up a bit.