He spent a few seconds simply staring at the figure that wasn't too taller than him in the all too familiar black coat. To anyone who didn't know him, it would seem as though he were dumbfounded by the suddenness of the new arrival. Yet to him, it was a quiet and cold moment of wanting to possibly make their day a little worse.

That was when the frog did his job for him, and he couldn't help the chuckle at Xehanort's plight. Nor could he help the fish on the end of his line likely smacking him as well while he continued to attempt reeling it in.

"What's wrong, Xehanort? Did it kiss you?"

Proof #5894 that, deep down, he was still a brat and damn proud of it.