[ Eventually that hand slips off of the blond's shoulder, but not in a way that says gone so much as a natural procedure of things. At one wing or another Sora seems to actually notice that, very easily again, they have fallen into the pattern of Sora leading and Roxas following. It's no one's fault, this particular instance, least of all Roxas', but Sora thinks maybe if he himself makes more of an effort to turn it around, it might be more doable than present company thinks it is. ]
What do you think?
[ He asks, tests even, peering into the nearest room in this corridor, all modern architecture--super white walls that are not so different from Castle Oblivion's, except that the angles are all hard, and everything is minimalistic in a designer way rather than the way of negative space itself. Ruby red pillows, perfectly square on chic white stretches of couch or something. Stainless steel fixtures. Sora thinks it's kind of boring, but it feels like a room that's supposed to be neat.
Maybe some of the gadgets are, he guesses while glancing at the boy to his right, waiting for any kind of reaction or answer. ]
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What do you think?
[ He asks, tests even, peering into the nearest room in this corridor, all modern architecture--super white walls that are not so different from Castle Oblivion's, except that the angles are all hard, and everything is minimalistic in a designer way rather than the way of negative space itself. Ruby red pillows, perfectly square on chic white stretches of couch or something. Stainless steel fixtures. Sora thinks it's kind of boring, but it feels like a room that's supposed to be neat.
Maybe some of the gadgets are, he guesses while glancing at the boy to his right, waiting for any kind of reaction or answer. ]