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[here's a fresh and familiar face.]

[a lot of Soras are the life of the party, but this boy dressed in white looks like he's having a hard time with the crowd, sticking to the walls and trying to just blend in.]

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[you can't really blend when you're a wallflower, but this boy won't say a thing, playing the same game. he doesn't want to know more than one Riku, more than one Axel, Sora, Kairi. he can't help that his eyes are drawn in by the white though, often flickering from the stick of his watermelon lollipop to the kid not too far off.]

[he's as bewildered as any arrival, though he's doing his best to not let it show while he's catching whatever conversation reaches his ears. it's not very informative beyond other people's problems, so he's not gaining too much from it.]

[he's having his own mental battle grasping that what his Sora said was real, that this is it and he's trapped here until this place spits him back out. he's almost so lost in thought that it takes him a good few seconds to realize he dropped his candy.]

--damnit.

[something spit-shiny catches his eye, and it's only after that he registers another body. here's a personal dilemma of either picking it up, or continuing to stare at his sneakers.]

[inertia's moving him before he realizes it, though.]

[well he's already bending down and scanning for a garbage meanwhile, because it's shattered a good bit and he doesn't feel like eating dirty anyway. by the time he leans up again, he might just bump into Sora, clearly not expecting any of those footsteps to be in his direction.]

[oops. this is not a good way to meet new people--]

--ahh!

[probably not, he's cursing and backing up, fixing his hair before he frowns, looking to Sora.]

... sorry.

[gee, you sure sound sincere, Roxas.]

(Kairi's just walking along, when she bumps into him)

Oh, sorry. Didn't see you there.

[scrubs at his own face. the sting won't last long, but after that collision it'll remain for a bit.]

Man, that smarts ...

[that's more unnerving than actually being bumped into, but he won't make a big deal out of it when it happens all the time.]

S'ok.

[come on, he wasn't trying to hide ...]

Tch.

[grabs a hold on his chin, turning his cheek left, right, then letting go. it's.. something he's always sort of used to doing with his own Sora, and he's kind of constantly forgetting that there are a million and one, now.]

You're not bleeding.

[states that bluntly, quirking one eyebrow.]

[whoa, touching. that's new and unusual, and it's delaying his reactions by a second or two.]

Am I supposed to be?

[he's completely serious, those baggy eyes wide and curious.]

No. Most people I know don't make a big deal out of small things.

[in other words, he's calling Sora weak. don't take it too personally though, he's just generally unkind when he can't get his nicotine fix.]

[it's not like he can argue with that one, looking more than slightly sheepish and still scrubbing the rest of his head.]

... sorry. I just tried to help.

[and now he feels bad. good job, Sora!]

... whatever.

[sighs softly, reaching out to ruffle the kid's hair as a friendly gesture.]

[he's so short that it's easy to mistake him as a hopeless kid, but he's looking dazed all the same. okay, that's new, too.]

...

What.

[pointed stare.]

You act like you've never been touched before.

'cause no one does. I live by myself.

[shrugs. the longer it lasts, the more he's loosening up. maybe Sora isn't a total lost cause.]

Where are you from?

[he feels like this isn't the last time he'll be asking this question.]

City, or state?

[it's not a surprise, since he can put two and two together and conclude that this is hardly home.]

State, if you will.

... Nebraska.

[corn and cold weather, and he doesn't look too proud of that.]

Damn.

[and to think he was worried about Pennsylvania.]

[whatever it is, it's lost on him.]

?

[waves it off, shaking his head.]

What was it like?

Life? It's boring.

[pushes a foot against the floor. what's there to tell?]

Wish I could relate.

[honestly, he doesn't even want to tell the long and embarrassing story of his life, but he'll leave it at--]

Things aren't always fantastic when they're exciting.

Oh, I wasn't complaining. It just is how it is.

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