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[He hasn't been doing well since the 'break' with Axel. And he still hasn't worked up enough nerve to face 'Juliet'... he was stuck in a rut and he hurt. He didn't even spend any energy to find someone. What the hell was he supposed to do? It was all hopeless.

So instead he trudged into the kitchen, and was currently slumped over his sketchbook, doodling aimlessly- a plate of sandwiches left forgotten in front of him]

Tch...

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[Demyx was hungry..and that was hungry with a capital H. So he was making his way into the kitchen for a bite to eat. He stopped when he saw it was occupied. He tilted his head as he watched Roxas.]

Why so glum, sunshine?

[Sigh. He'll never escape that nickname]

Oh, you know. A failed love, lots of crap in between. Same old, same old.

[Looks up at him for a moment, before he went back to his doodling]

[He frowned, hearing the sigh.]

I'm sorry, shouldn't have just made up a nickname for you right off the bat. Would you rather just be called Roxas?

[He walked over and sat down with a sigh.]

Failed love? I'm sorry, I know how that goes.

No no, it's okay. Where I come from they call me Sunshine all the time. You can too, if you really want to.

[Light smile as he pushes the plate forward]

Yeah, we had our problems back in our world... But this place is a lot worst. And here, have some of these. You must be hungry if you came into the kitchen. I'm... not that hungry.

[He grinned.]

I see, so it's like you can't escaped that nickname. I'll call you Roxas until I come up with my own nickname for you.

[He accepted a sandwich.]

Don't let it get you down. Not enough that you don't eat. I know love problems suck, but there's always something down the road. And you never know when you'll meat someone that makes everything all right again.

You may be right. I just want to be happy. That's all I ever wanted, you know?

[Hesitates before taking one of the sandwiches, taking small bites, contemplating what Demyx said. Maybe he should just forget about Axel completely and find someone more secure...]

[He grinned.]

I know I'm right. Not to sound cocky or anything, but I've been there. And yea, you deserve to be happy. To have someone woo you to win you. Someone that will treat you good, and not like a piece of property.

[here comes an everyday kid in a sweatshirt, minding his own business. even trying to make a point of not being seen. he can't help if his eyes keep wandering back to the kid on the table. it was these kind of conflicts that always scared him. he never knew whether to confront them and let them take it out on him or not, because half the time they lashed out. ... and he's not good with anger, either.

... SO with that aside, apple juice, yes.]

[Looks at him for a moment. Hesitating before he managed a small smile]

Hey... Uhm. Would you like a sandwich? I made too many and I'm not that hungry anyway.

Oh-- ...

[clears his throat a little, setting his cup aside. damn if he didn't spill it from the sudden voice.]

Sure. I guess I'm a little hungry.

[here's a mirror-you, although he's flickering madly now. eating some lasagna, it seems.]

[Head tilt, biting his bottom lip]

Uhm... are you okay? Are you supposed to be... uh, doing that?

[glances up.]

This is normal for me now.

[Oh he's completely ignoring you. He's not stupid enough to try anything without having a weapon first.]

[was coming in for a fresh bottle of vodka, all he really ventures out of his room for except for food and showers. he freezes as he spots Roxas, about to just turn and walk out]

[His stomach clenched, and he felt sick. Just seeing Axel for a split second... he turned away, the grip on his pencil was so hard it snapped in two. So he cursed under his breath]

[the cracking of cheap wood and graphite followed by the curse has him turning back into the kitchen, though he's purposely avoiding Roxas' eyes as he makes his way to the freezer]

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