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vatheon2012-04-01 08:43 pm
coolerthansora) wrote in vatheon2012-04-01 08:43 pm
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[Day 1]
Who: Roxas and whoever!
Where: Plaza
When: Late evening
Style: However
Status: Open!
The setting didn't seem unfamiliar at first: he was in some kind of alley and the sky was dark. He was sure he'd just been in a place like that. Maybe that was why, at first, he didn't realize the crucial change.
But he had trouble remembering what he'd been doing, moments ago. Why was he wet? His coat was sopping and heavy and--
And Sora didn't wear a black coat.
Roxas froze, forgetting to wonder about the circumstances for the moment, and stared down at his black-gloved hands. Sora wasn't with him; many of the memories were there, but Sora's presence, that person he'd felt himself slipping back into, was gone. He was Roxas again. Just Roxas.
If he didn't know any better, he'd say he felt a sudden surge of joy at that realization. Of course it wasn't real. Still, a tiny smile spread across his face as he stepped out into the plaza, baffled, slightly suspicious, but still glad.
"What the heck is this place...?"
Where: Plaza
When: Late evening
Style: However
Status: Open!
The setting didn't seem unfamiliar at first: he was in some kind of alley and the sky was dark. He was sure he'd just been in a place like that. Maybe that was why, at first, he didn't realize the crucial change.
But he had trouble remembering what he'd been doing, moments ago. Why was he wet? His coat was sopping and heavy and--
And Sora didn't wear a black coat.
Roxas froze, forgetting to wonder about the circumstances for the moment, and stared down at his black-gloved hands. Sora wasn't with him; many of the memories were there, but Sora's presence, that person he'd felt himself slipping back into, was gone. He was Roxas again. Just Roxas.
If he didn't know any better, he'd say he felt a sudden surge of joy at that realization. Of course it wasn't real. Still, a tiny smile spread across his face as he stepped out into the plaza, baffled, slightly suspicious, but still glad.
"What the heck is this place...?"
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He takes a bite out of one of his fruit tarts, glancing around.]
Wonder if anyone else in here is a 'foreigner'...
[With their towel hair, it's probably easy to tell he and the pup are newcomers, but no one else seems to stand out.]
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Don't mind him digging into his food over here. He's about as unmessy as a pup can be when eating, but... he tries... kind of.]
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I was just thinking, there must be a lot of us from other places, if they've got rules about us and- the towels and everything.
[He's just curious, pup. He doesn't want to go introducing himself to everyone in the bakery.]
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He considers this a moment. There's no real way to tell who's a foreigner and who's not, as far as he knows! (He's got the patented Vatheon tattoo, but it's dyed into the fur on the back of his neck where he can't see it.) He jerks his head towards the various people in the shop: no quicker way to find out than to ask, right?]
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He shakes his head at the dog's apparent suggestion.]
We don't- need to bother them.
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What?
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What's so funny?
[Does he have custard on his face or something?]
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[Roxas quickly pulls his tray back out of his reach.]
You got your own big pile of these and you're still trying to take mine?
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Keeping the game going, he puts on his best "pleeeeaaase" face and tries not to smile.]
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I- I need to eat, too, you know.
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[Are you suuuuuure?]
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His tail is beginning to wag.]
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[But you are still not getting the whole thing. Roxas splits it and transfers one half to your tray. There.]
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Yeah, they land upside down, but... It's the thought that counts, right?]
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Ah, thanks.