Pool parties were, quite honestly, absolutely the farthest thing from anything Zexion enjoyed. Baring himself some thoroughly, even in only a physical sense, was distasteful in his mind and the physical contact that would no doubt come with it only served to intensify that feeling.

Consequently, it was the perfect place for a moment of subterfuge. No one would expect to see him there. No one would either, or at least not anyone who was recognizable as Zexion, the sixth member of Organization XIII. No, the man anyone passing by would see was a rather unremarkable (if somewhat pale) young man with ill-trimmed red hair.

Nothing out of the ordinary, just another lost soul trapped in a cage of a city.