[ Roxas could probably have come to Sora faster—he thinks so, anyway, even though he hasn't tested his ability to create dark corridors—but it was good to have to extra time. To think, and center himself. ]
[ Once he hears the sound of Sora's feet pounding on the beach, though, he hops to his own feet, dusting the sand off his pants. Tan on black—different, this time. Everything's different. ]
Sora!
[ He trots forward, then slows. It's silly, be he almost feels shy. He knows things now, he understands. He's just not sure where to start. ]
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[ Once he hears the sound of Sora's feet pounding on the beach, though, he hops to his own feet, dusting the sand off his pants. Tan on black—different, this time. Everything's different. ]
Sora!
[ He trots forward, then slows. It's silly, be he almost feels shy. He knows things now, he understands. He's just not sure where to start. ]
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