Ayame

Ayame knew that she shouldnt feel this way, it wasnt as if he was gonna look, but Ayame felt a certain... uncomfort in wearing the same clothes for a long time. Not that she cared about the dirt, because she really didnt. But she didnt want to have to take off her clothes in front of Sora. She didnt know him. Knowing that he didnt care made no difference. Ayame decided that she could handle it, if it really was that urgent. One thing that she would probably have to get used to was Sora's lack of humor. She had been joking, but he hadnt seen it. Ayame snorted once and took Conner's hand. "Off we go. Sorry to hold us for 10 seconds..." She glanced at Sora, wondering if he had caught her sarcasm. She didnt like him already. And this was going to be a long journey, whatever it was about.