He's about as far as possible away from everybody else, though he's still in the same room as at least one person. Has to keep an eye on them, after all. His cloak is pulled close, his pack next to him jammed between his leg and the wall, and his hands are carefully kept free, ready to defend if need be.
Royce knows Zach isn't his biggest fan, but he figures that between Tifa, Cloud and Sora, the kid won't try anything. Tifa doesn't appear to have any interest in hurting him, and neither does Cloud, though Royce is a bit more suspicious of the latter. Sora doesn't even ping on Royce's danger radar, which is why Royce pays the most attention to him. It's always the innocent ones, always the ones that smile and wave, the friendliest. He doesn't like it, and poor Sora gets Royce staring directly at him from under his hood every time Sora walks by.
But for the most part, Royce stays curled in his corner, back to the wall. He's exhausted, he's cold, and he's starving, but he doesn't trust any of them enough to sleep or to even eat. There's four of them. They could easily overpower him in the state he's in and steal his meager rations.
He has to head back toward the convenience store tomorrow, he thinks, rubbing at his face. See if there's food he can stomach. ]
here's the broody nerd
He's about as far as possible away from everybody else, though he's still in the same room as at least one person. Has to keep an eye on them, after all. His cloak is pulled close, his pack next to him jammed between his leg and the wall, and his hands are carefully kept free, ready to defend if need be.
Royce knows Zach isn't his biggest fan, but he figures that between Tifa, Cloud and Sora, the kid won't try anything. Tifa doesn't appear to have any interest in hurting him, and neither does Cloud, though Royce is a bit more suspicious of the latter. Sora doesn't even ping on Royce's danger radar, which is why Royce pays the most attention to him. It's always the innocent ones, always the ones that smile and wave, the friendliest. He doesn't like it, and poor Sora gets Royce staring directly at him from under his hood every time Sora walks by.
But for the most part, Royce stays curled in his corner, back to the wall. He's exhausted, he's cold, and he's starving, but he doesn't trust any of them enough to sleep or to even eat. There's four of them. They could easily overpower him in the state he's in and steal his meager rations.
He has to head back toward the convenience store tomorrow, he thinks, rubbing at his face. See if there's food he can stomach. ]