It was morning, but Vega didn't know that.
A loud buzzing siren flew through his ears. He woke up first thing in result, his head throbbing and his eyes wider than saucers. What was that?
He heard a knock on his door, and he walked over. He was still in his outfit from the previous day, the outfit he woke up in. He didn't know what else to dress in, since he wasn't still completely sure where everything was located.
Nibbling his lip, he unlocked the door from inside to see that it was Alistair, the man he had met yesterday. He was smiling, just like yesterday, too. His eyes were bright and all clouded expressions that were there before had left him.
"Good morning, soldier!" Alistair exclaimed, pounding his palm against the boy's shoulder playfully. It made Vega jump backward a bit, to his surprise. Alistair had a killer grip, as if he were a veteran or skilled fighter from a long time ago. Then again, that was just an assumption. What if he had been where Vega was now before?
"Good morning," Vega mumbled. His voice wasn't fully developed, due to sleep. It was normal for him to lose his voice in the morning.
"How did you sleep, Vega?" Alistair asked, looking thoughtfully at him, not noticing his sleepiness. He pulled back his hand away from the boy's shoulder.
"Well, I suppose. It was nice to sleep again," Vega replied.
"Sleep? You've been asleep for a while," Alistair chuckled. Of course. He remembered waking up in that room. He must have been asleep for so long that he had forgotten his past completely. Breathing made him remember again.
Vega looked at him sternly. He didn't know what else to do but blush.
"Come on, boy. Let's go get you some breakfast or something. Big day today. Gotta prepare," Alistair said, enthusiasm invading his soft and smooth voice.
Vega shrugged in an unnoticeable way and walked side by side Alistair this time. He didn't want to seem like too much of a follower... It could have been disrespect to seem lazy or to wallow behind. He didn't know what Alistair would think. He didn't want to seem like a slacker at all. After all, he was worthy enough to be here, so he would make it worth it.
They both walked down the vibrant stairs that they had traveled the previous day, but this time going down further. They came across a long hall that had many windows. It was clear, clean and royal blue, with some grey and black. No one walked about it, either. It was just Vega and Alistair. No one else at that time. Everyone was probably eating, training, or sleeping. Obviously.
The echoes of their feet patterns shattered throughout the hall. It sounded quiet, but it was noticeable.
Vega licked his lips in an eager fashion, waiting for what was to come. What did the kitchen look like? The lunch room? Whatever it was called...
"Here we are, Vega," Alistair called, attempting to nab at Vega's attention. He pointed to a big and strange door that lead to the room.
"Oh, right," Vega murmured as he walked next to the older man, shaking himself out of whatever thoughts he was lost in.
"Head in the clouds, soldier?" Alistair teased. He wasn't a harsh man, nor an ordering one. He was kind and had a good sense of humor... What all generals needed to be like. Vega knew that generals from most stories or tales had always been crude and ordering, not teasing in any fashion. They were always uptight, which was somewhat made them seem arrogant.
"Not at all," Vega smirked. He kept back his sarcasm and smiled politely at the male, his teeth starting to nibble his lower lip. It almost hurt, but it was a habit. He couldn't stop. It was a mixture of confused tension and altogether anxiousness, maybe even fear or paranoia. He didn't know what caused it, but it wasn't the best thing. There were swollen areas around the inside of his mouth, but nothing big and noticeable. He assumed it wasn't normal, but it was.
