Throw A Stranger An Unexpected Smile

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Flip. Flip. Flip.
Sora can be found in one of the game rooms, sitting on top of a pool table as he continued to turn the Joker card in his hands. A harmless thing that was given to him from a man with a smile, he made a new friend.
An interesting fellow, to say the least. But now he was bored, letting his foot tap against one of the balls to roll to the other side of the table as his mind wandered.]

Hmm...

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[wandereringly.livejournal.com]

[Looks like the Joker was busy making friends will all the Soras here. Namine's just gonna walk up and lean against the pool table.]

You look better then when I first saw you.
[smiles~]

So how have you been?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Yeah, really. He already ran in to himself having one as well. Tilting his head, he peered over at the redhead. Recognizing here quickly wearing a bright smile, don't worry about the flying hug heading your way!]

Oh!
I-I've been great, all thanks to you.

[wandereringly.livejournal.com]

[And she returns that flying hug~ And have a little giggle.]

Well it's not all thanks to me. Looks like you healed up pretty fast yourself.

[Somewhere in the back of her mind Kairi was bugging her about that scar she didn't ask about...]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[he's practically clinging since he hadn't seen his friend in a while.]

Well yeah, I had a little more help afterwards from a guy named Roxas.
But you helped me a lot Namine, thanks.

[All smiles and cheers, he's been getting better. His face wasn't as pale, his battered hands were the same from use, and he had on clean bandage wraps on.]

How have you been?

[wandereringly.livejournal.com]

[Yeah... She's been busy exploring.]

Oh good. And you're welcome. I'm just glad I was able to help a little.

[She likes the fact that it looks like he's taking care of himself.]

I've been good. I still haven't found anyone from my universe yet, though.

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[and someone's busy a little ways away sitting on a pacman machine and eating a sandwich.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[loooooking over at you now. Leaning to the side to get a better view of the game, if the blonde messed up--he'd be laughing and boy does that sandwich look good.]

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[delicious sandwich is slowly disappearing into this scene boy's mouth. he's completely oblivious to company or he just doesn't care, a little of both even.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[o-oh god, his stomach was starting to twist. He's just gonna scoot to the edge of the pool table so he was closer.]

H-Hey, where'd you get the sandwich?

[coontail.livejournal.com]

[mumbles something around it, shoving the rest in his mouth.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

What's cooking, Princess?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Feeling his lips twitch from the nick name, the brunet turned his head. Arching an eyebrow at the familiar head of silver hair.]

Just bored.

[He noticed the tone, so he wasn't going to take offense...for now. Shrugging his shoulders as he let his foot touch another ball with a number six on it.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

You and me both.



You seen that clown guy yet? I heard he carved up someone's face. What a psycho, right?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Putting the card back inside of his pocket, his eyebrows furrowed from the comment.]

You probably heard wrong then a-and he's not a psycho!

[Of course he'd defend his new friend, the guy understood him and wasn't mean in any way.]

[twilightavarice.livejournal.com]

You thought I was threatening at first. And this explosive-happy clown shows up and you make friends with him? Man, you know how to pick the freaks, huh?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[playing a game over there, one that's in complete Japanese--and it seems that he understands it, laughing quietly.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[what's this, what's this? Company.]

...?

[this Sora only new English and Italian, so he couldn't interpret the signs that flew across the screen. Scooting to the edge of the pool table, leaning forward a little too much.]

What's so funny?

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[it's a rhythm game, with drums, and he's making certain beats to a song.]

--the way this is played.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

What do you mean?

[it looked pretty cool to him, he'd never played an instrument before so he watched with curious ocean eyes...Leaning forward...Leaaaaaning until BAM. That was the sound of him falling off the table to sink in to the floor. Nice job Sor, nice job.]

[slavingly.livejournal.com]

[fjkdls; well he just lost. but he's more concerned with Sora, quickly looking over his shoulder and helping him up.]

--are you okay?

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

[there's a girl version of you peeking at that card.]

A playing card?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[isgbiosgiwen--He jumped up from the table, only to stumble backwards at stare at...him-no...her. People really had to stop popping up out of nowhere.]

Ugh...Y-Yeah. Well, not really.

[that card is disappearing in to his pocket now.]

It's more like someone's trademark, but...

[he really couldn't get over the fact he was seeing himself with boobs...It was almost unnerving.]

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

[is so very used to the 'oh god you have boobs' reaction by now. :|]

Huh. Trademark?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

Yeah, like.
It's significant to the person who gave it to me.

[shrugging his shoulders, he finally composed himself. Flicking one of the balls over to his other, quirking an eyebrow.]

[skies-light.livejournal.com]

I know what it means, but that's a weird thing to use for a trademark.

[rolls it around a little before sending it back.]