[Yu likes to think of himself as rather observant, especially after all the time he and his friends spent investigating mysteries over the past school year. Most things, at this point, he doesn't bat an eye at; they've all washed up on a mysterious beach, after all. There's bound to be some strange clothes, and a school uniform --however dated it is-- doesn't stand out so much.
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... Not as much as the submachine gun, certainly. Wow.
Anyway, after a beat, his friendly expression returns. He returns the wave and, coming closer, greets the chocobo with a little bow. Just because.]
Woke up this morning on the beach. Was it the same for you?