Was this guy trying to compete with him? A bit bewildered, Sora thought for a second before answering. Deadpool's movements would be a little hard to copy with the Keyblade, since it was bulkier than his sword, but Sora was pretty sure he could manage.

"Yup." He said after twenty-odd seconds of careful consideration, and proceeded to mimic the movement, grinning like an idiot the entire time. "So, are you gonna let those guys go now? Or do I actually have to fight you."

He swung the Keyblade over his shoulder again. Just holding it out like that was tiring.

"Cause really," Sora continued, "I'd much rather be friends. You seem... unique."

He figured that was probably the best way to put it. Sora's mother had always told him that being unique was a good thing and if you couldn't say anything good about someone than you shouldn't say anything at all. Course, Riku had told him unique was just another word for crazy too, so he still figured this situation could go either way. He really didn't want to have to fight the guy, though. Why beat someone up when you could try to make friends, right?