Kefka blinked slowly at the house in front of him. "Not bad," he muttered to himself, as was his habit. He wasn't really sure why he was here; he never really interacted much with his classmates. He was certain it couldn't be worse than having dinner with his parents, his brother, his brother's girlfriend and her parents, though.The house was quite impressive, really. And it looked more lived in than his house. Kefka was quite convinced his parents were both obsessive compulsive. It would explain the utter lack of decorations of any sort in their home."Won't do any good to stand around here, I guess." He walked up to the door and knocked. After all, he'd promised his shrink to try being social this year. That woman was scary.
Sora was still rather damp from his prompt dunk into the killer pool Tidus' family owned, but he'd toweled most of the water off in deference to the shiny wood floors. He and his dad may have only had cheap linoleum, but Sora could tell that this stuff was expensive. And didn't wood warp when wet? Sora didn't care to find out, especially if he'd have to pay for it with his nonexistent monetary funds.He'd been searching for Riku ever since get out, but hadn't seen hide nor hair of his long lost friend, and found himself wishing that he'd remembered to ask for Riku's new cell phone number before heading out. But then again, Riku probably wouldn't have told him anyway. As he was passing the front door for what had to be the seventh time that night, and eyeing the door to the kitchen as his stomach rumbled hungrily, he was a little surprised to hear the someone on the other side of the door knock. Sora, certainly, hadn't had enough manners to do so, just barging in in front of Tifa and Aeris when they'd gotten there. Sheepish, Sora scratched the back of his head, and figured he'd do Tidus a favor, then, and answer the door for him. He opened it with a grin, and said, "Hello!"