[PP-F1] THERE'S TWO OF THEM? (Mirichiko...or whatever the name is)

[Xion 0]

Xion sighed as he sat on a bench outside of his smithy in the town of beginnings, the tank had decided that today was a day of relaxation and appreciation, and thus was laying down, his trench coatcovering his slender frame as he closed his eyes, the gentle heat of Aincrad's sun washing over him as he yawned. 

He looked up at the clear blue Sky, of a the floors floor one was the best in the tank's opinion, the sun was always shining ibut the floor was never too hot. It never seemed to rain or have a cloudy day. It was the opposite of England, Xion's home. 

 He yawned once more. "Sure beats dungeon crawls" he said to no one in particular, before he started to drift off.