He'd been excited for a while, being able to hear and understand speech, so it was with no small smile that the former heartless was clopping unsteadily toward Yami. Hm. He looked kinda scary, and that sixth-sense that he associated with the Keyblade was going off, but he wanted to play a game. Nothing was wrong with that, right?
Anti wasn't exactly the best fairing kid on the block; he'd had a grand week in the forest, not quite knowing what people ate (and therefore eating anything - it showed on his ribs) and tripping with two legs a lot. But they were just a few scratches. Pretty scratches that felt like something when he poked them.
"Inside! 'Kay!" Anti chirped, not even glancing to see if Yami followed as he walked in. Hmm. Spooky house.