♔ day 68 ♔

[binarysky]

[The video feed clicks on to reveal some odd angles and fumbling noises, eventually revealing the face of Roxas as he figures out how to hold this thing.

Time stretches out into what would be an uncomfortably long pause in any conversation, but he doesn't say anything, just looks at the camera, a vague curiosity mixed with general blankness. There's no sign of recognition on his face.]

[ooc note: Roxas has been hit with Feels Like the First Time and believes this is his first arrival in the City—but he's got a different canon point, roundabouts day 7 of his life. Sora will be coming to claim the little zombie but otherwise he's open.]

Comments

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Oooooo...kay. So, what's up?

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

Up?

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you know, opposite of down. What's going on? What are you doing?

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[There's a slightly long pause, as per usual.]

I'm not doing anything.

[faroffdream.livejournal.com]

[ Sora would say that small differences always count, but that is of course not the same thing as little differences always being noticed. Still, he notices this one, and he is glad of it, something warming in his heart however metaphorical that saying will always be. He can't explain it...but if he was to compare it, it would be the way he thinks people feel when friends do things other friends are proud of, even if it's not entirely their place to be proud in the first place.

He follows, and it's an easy handful of steps that has him walking not ahead of or behind Roxas, but beside him through the different corridors and such of the Palace. ]

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[ Even though they're walking side by side, Roxas lets Sora decide which twists and turns to take throughout the Palace. He doesn't, and maybe can't, have a preference.

He does look around, taking everything in, even though it means as little to him as anything else. It's quieter here, but that only helps a little.

After a little while, though, the niggling thought that's been working its way up finally wants to work its way out. ]

Hey.

[ And another few seconds before he articulates it. ]

Who are you?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

...Roxas, it's Hanna. Are you okay?


You're acting like a zombie...well, sort of, anyway.

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

Hanna. Okay.

[He says it like he's hearing it for the first time. To him, he is.]

I'm okay.

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Roxas...you remember me, right?

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[Blaaaaaank]

No.

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Yeah, I can kind of see that. Why are you doing nothing so publicly?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

It's me...Hanna...

...You didn't leave...so maybe this is a curse...?

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[Have some more blank staring, bro.]

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

A curse...?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Yeah, a curse. The City probably made you forget you were ever here...

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Starting to creep me out. Just saying...

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

...

Sorry.

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

I was here?

[manofgnee.livejournal.com]

Yeah, you were...and we were friends.

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

We're friends?

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Hey, it's all right. Just wanted to make sure you're all right and everything.

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

I'm all right.

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

If you say so. You seem kind of out of it.

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[You get some more "..." for that, Sokka.]

[notsobendy.livejournal.com]

Are you sure you aren't sick?