distance

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[sandcastles definitely aren't his forte if that awkward pile of sand next to him is anything to go by. no matter, that pile is gradually getting smaller and smaller as the waves lap at the 'beach', and Roxas just stands there in his swim trunks, watching it dwindle.]

Huh.

Comments

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Such is the life of a sand castle.

[the brunette comes up beside him, wiggling his toes in the sand.]

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[glances back, sliding his hands into his pocket and sticking his foot out to nudge at the shrinking hill of sand with his toes.]

I never was any good at making them.

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I wasn't an architect either.

[he puts on a cheerful smile.]

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[steps up onto the pile of sand in a captain-always-goes-down-with-his-shirt sort of fashion and lets his feet sink down into it.]

That'd be a new one, around here.

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[dutifully salutes him.]

I haven't really gotten to know people. I wouldn't know.

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[laughs a little at that.]

..me neither. But I do know that most people are either murderers, nymphomaniacs, and if they aren't one of those, then they're dead where they come from. Or..something like that.

[pause.]

Are you any different?

whoops, forgot he wasn't a virgin :')

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[he holds up a hand, counting down.]

I've never killed someone, I've only had sex with one person, and I'm alive and well as far as I know.

naughty naughty

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[pulls his hands out of his pockets and holds one out to Sora, smiling and somewhat amused.]

Well then, hi, I'm Roxas. Not..that you couldn't guess that on your own.

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You're my brother. Oh-- Not you specifically, but... yeah.

[with a sheepish smile, he shakes his hand.]

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Hey, you never know! I could be. .. you know, in some other alternate universe somewhere in the future.

[pauses, and then shakes his head, rubbing at the back of his neck as he plops down in the spot where his sand castle used to be, stretching his legs out.]

Nah, probably not.

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[he crouches down, balancing on the ends of his feet.]

Depends on your criminal record.

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[glances up, squinting a little against that oh so wonderfully artificial sun.]

Uh... I got into a big fight with some kid back home? That's..about it.

[not much of any kind of record after that.]

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Naw. You're probably not a future version of my brother.

[smirk.]

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[laughs, leaning back and digging his elbows into the sand. when the waves creep up, he wiggles his toes in the water.]

Yeah. I'm probably not cool enough, huh?

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Oh, definitely not.

[he snorts and rolls his eyes.]

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[snaps his fingers.]

Man, and I try so hard.

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Sorry, maybe next time.

[with his arms crossed on his knees, he hides his face against them.]

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I'll try harder.

[he sighs, and then glances over.]

..everything all right?

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[when he can't keep his balance anymore, he falls back onto his butt, stretching out his legs a little.]

I'm not really sure, actually.

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[tips his head back and closes his eyes.]

You want to talk about it? I'm not good for much more than just listening.

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[scratches at his head.]

Mm... I'm afraid I'll sound repetitive if I complain.

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[teasingly.]

I promise not to yawn if it's boring.

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[he laughs airily.]

I just don't know if it's worth venting about.

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Will it make you feel better?