** My bad, Regelion, I wasn't paying attention. My character ends up doing a lot of "projected" thinking**
Adamaska's thoughts were corrupting his focus once again. If only he had saved his family and friends when the disaster happened, but he couldn't then and he wondered if he could now.
The training was about to commence-- the real training-- and he tried to work his mind around it. He couldn't force his fellow keybladists to think the same things as him. They wouldn't appreciate it. As if on a whim, he decided to observe them for a quick second.
One of the girls was eying mischievously. The pretty girl (well, really, both of them were pretty so that was kind of silly for him to think that) was sizing him up good, and her pretty silky hair was falling across her eyes and sparkling in the faint light within the temple.
A sight that made butterflies dance in his stomach. Was this really the right time, he thought to himself. He scratched the back of his neck and cleared his throat nervously.