♔ 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.]

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[faroffdream.livejournal.com]

[ 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. ]

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[ The question seems to take a while to reach Roxas, as do most things while he's in this state. It's not that he's mentally gone; his mind is here, along with his body. But there's a barrier between him and the rest of the world, a wall or a net or even just a cloud. ]

I...don't know.

[ What does he think? There's nothing to think. He has no memories like this, no emotions, no aesthetic preference or memories of other buildings he may have been in, save for the gray walls of the Castle That Never Was. There's not even enough in him to explain this to the other boy who is obviously waiting for a reaction he can't give. ]

[faroffdream.livejournal.com]

[ Sora sighs. In a way he expects this, but in a lot of other, bigger ways, he still doesn't, still fails to wrap his head around what is and isn't there and what it outright means to be a Nobody. It feels mean even thinking of it that way though so he tries to shake the thought off, away, down. ]

That's okay.

[ He says it because it's true before adding with a soft sort of jab to the other boy's shoulder... ]

Come on. This room is boring. I wonder if they have any food here...

[ Again he directs Roxas, but this time by linking their arms and tugging him along instead of pushing. Side-by-side seems better. ]

[binarysky.livejournal.com]

[ Roxas nods, the complacent reaction probably what Sora expects by now. Food...that sounds good, although this slight spark of interest doesn't show visually on his face. Still, there's enough to prompt some kind of reaction. ]

Ice cream?

[ Not that he knows why it sounds good. At 'seven' days old, he can't even remember his first ice cream bar with Axel. But it's the first thing that come to mind. ]