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[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[here comes a Sora, hobbling in with his cane in hand. he's laughing about something, but whatever it is he finds so funny is quickly forgotten as he notices his very unfamiliar surroundings.]

...w-whoa.

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[frexas.livejournal.com]

Gimpy!

[smirks.]

That makes two.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Wha- hey! ..What are you talking about?

[familiar face calling him names, not cool.]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

I know an Axel who walks with a cane.

[looks him up and down, placing a hand on his own hip.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[blinks.]

Oh, jeeze. Is he okay?

[and when did you get so many freckles?]

[frexas.livejournal.com]

He got shot in the leg before he came here, but he's fine now.

[tilts his head.]

Are you new?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[goes to get all worked out about Axel getting shot-- last time he saw him he was fine! but the question throws him off and he tips his head with a slow blink.]

..new?

[frexas.livejournal.com]

New. I mean, look around you. Is any of this even familiar to you?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[and so he takes another look around. the only thing familiar are the faces of his friends...the only problem with that is that there's too many familiar faces. too many Roxases, too many Axels, too many Kairis and Rikus and Sora is beginning to wonder if he tripped down the stairs and hit his head like he knew he would eventually.]

N-no.. What's going on?

[his expression shifts from one of wonderment to a more accusatory one.]