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[Jan. 16th, 2008|06:05 pm] |
Where's Sora? There was a pang of concern for that boy. The brunette hero may have stared back up at him from the reflection of the fountain he'd pulled himself from, but the golden bed head and lazy droop of those same sea blue eyes had told Roxas he had reason enough to worry. After all, he hadn't exactly expected to find them separated again, not these days. The Nobody breathed in his freedom with a sort of hesitant appreciation, all the while trying not to slip and crack his skull wide open as he stood. He hated wet shoes.
Maybe the little dope isn't here at all. This was thought (with some tough fondness) as he walked, recalling the not so old memory of the lively keyblade master leaping gleefully into the ocean that surrounded the trio's island home. That was when Roxas found himself here, sputtering and coughing up loose change.
Slowing his pace, he stalled near a polished window, one hand dragging back the dripping hair that clung to his forehead. The hell is going on? he wondered, eyebrows furrowing. |
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