[ It's the brown eyes that give him pause. He's never seen her before, Ash is sure of that much, but the look is so familiar that it would have been recognizable if he hadn't been so concerned with assuring the phoenix doesn't make itself prey to some airborne monster. Now that they seem to be coming to some sort of an understanding, Ash can finally see the girl that's become the phoenix's perch.

Wide, brown, and innocent. Like his. The first time he'd seen that kind of softness, he thought it meant the guy was too weak for his kind of world, but Ash was quickly proven wrong. He's been told that green is a rare color, but he disagrees. Warmth is a lot rarer.

She isn't Eiji. His own green eyes blink. She isn't Eiji, but he's gotten used to wanting to build up that kind of stare. ]

Yeah.

[ His word flows as if there wasn't that slight recognition and subsequent pause. ]

Probably. I don't know how familiar he is with the outside world. I don't bring him out much. Bright colors are dangerous.

[ Sighing, Ash is resigned to seeing this through yet. ]

Maybe he's going through his rebellious phase, and he'll drag us to some store with black clothes and music I don't like.

If you're not busy. I can probably at least make sure he lands somewhere else.