X was pretty sure that he did not forget in a span of less than a minute. At least, not like this. A frown decorated his face as he sat up, large, over-sized shirt hanging off his bare shoulders and looking around, searching for a door or a window. A low hiss emerged from his lips when he realized there were none, and shifting eyes narrowed before he decided to process everything else. There was his brother -- they were always together, so that was nothing new -- and then --
"Nike!!!"
His voice rose in excitement and he was scrabbling over to the man, expression one of childish glee before he paused, standing up and looking around. "Neee, wha' happened?" Thin accent that laced his words and he was tilting his head at Cake, grabbing him by the hands and pulling the other boy up to his feet, but not letting go. "Don' y'write with chalk?"
He shifted uncomfortably, not liking the room they were in. No exits, no windows, he hated that. But Nike was here, and Cake was here, and that made up for some things.