Lost Child Found?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Here's a Sora walking down the hall looking for a tall blond woman, or teenage. Hell if he knew.
Holding hands with a small girl, smiling while his light blue eyes scanned the hallway.]

Did anyone lose a kid?

[[ooc: Tagging along with minimemory to help find her Mama. Feel free to make fun of him, but if you touch the kid and you're not the mom...You're dead. You've been warned.]]

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[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Sora. The bug.

[he's rather nonchalant about the whole thing, chewing on that stick.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

E-Excuse me?
A bug?

[And he's confused as all hell. Staring at the kid in disbelief.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[he's just as confused by Sora's reaction, and sort of gestures outwards from his chest with the popsicle stick. it's a good enough explanation for Roxas, anyway.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Yeeeeeeah, he's not getting any of this. Copying the gesture with an odd look on his face.]

I don't understand what you're trying to tell me kid.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

If you sit down I'll show you.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Blinks.]

Oh, okay.

[Nods before he complied, sitting down in front of the child.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[and he climbs over knees, until he's close enough to reach Sora's heart. he flattens a palm against it, marveling at the beat.]

You've still got your heart.

M'Sora doesn't.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Tilts his head, staring down at the little blonde.]

I don't think Sora would be alive if he didn't have a heart...

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

He's not. S'why I'm here.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Oh...I'm sorry.

[A sympathetic look takes over his confused expression. Faintly smiling while he softly ruffled those blond spikes.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Why? I'm my own person now and I can make doors, so I don't miss him.

[he's certainly more talkative than usual, settling himself on to Sora's lap. he doesn't seem to actually mind the hair ruffling.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Laughing, he attempted to picture the little child as a carpenter...Not really working for him.]

That's a great way of thinking.
What kind of doors do you make?

[That's good, because he's more affectionate to children. Messing with the boy's hair a little bit more, before he leaned his back against a wall with the kid in his lap.]