More time passed, the sun continuing it's slow ascent into the sky and casting it's rays upon him, that and the cheering from the Tournament that reached him even here causing him to turn over and pull his pillow over his head, groaning as if in pain. He could see it in his mind's eye, him competing, winning, the praise he'd get. But no, not for him now. the hero was who he had wanted to be, who he had pretended to be. No, he couldn't go there now, it would hurt too much.

Still, he couldn't stay in bed all day either, and he eventually roused himself to move, shifting blankets to the side as he rose, scratching at his head and stretching. Then if was off to a shower, waking himself up and working off any leftover grime. In particular, his Keyblade armor got a good scrubbing. "Dang it, what the hell is this stuff," he muttered to himself as he worked furiously on the black splotches. No matter how much he tried, they didn't even fade, ruling out anything naturally and just resulting in magic. Eventually he gave up and finished his shower. Once out and dressed, he returned to the problem, mind working as he used what he knew to think up some low level illusion magic that could hide this from everyone else, so they didn't question what it was and where it had come from.

Ready, he stepped out into the world, eyes wincing for a few brief seconds from the sunlight, him hoping the rings around his eyes from lack of sleep weren't too obvious. Since he didn't know what else to do, he moved for a tour of Twilight town, to those iconic locations from the adventures he had read about, though he pointedly left out the Sandlot where the tournament was taking place. Who knew, maybe he'd see something interesting. First stop, the mansion that had served as a bridge between the simulacrum Twilight town and the original.. So he started that way first. At least it would be something to take his mind off his current problems.