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[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ internally conflicted, Roxas stands in a room, door open and shedding light on his back. inside the dark room all he can see is a desk, a chair and an Organization coat on the chair's back. it appears to have been cleaned and touched up by unseen hands and presented to catch any coatless Roxas' eye.

he stalks toward the chair, his attention focused on the coat that must be his, and ghosts his fingertips over the black cloth. ]

All I have to do is put this on and I'll be part of the Organization again. Right...?

Comments

[asylumblue.livejournal.com]

Who knows.

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

Why isn't it a certain answer?

[asylumblue.livejournal.com]

Because nothing is?

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

That's not true. There are certain answers.

[asylumblue.livejournal.com]

Oh? What?

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

Addition problems.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

It really depends on your perspective.

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

Why?

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Because things aren't always that easy.

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

Well... They should be.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Why? So you can go back to a job you hate?

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ bristles. ]

I don't even remember my "job", but thanks for letting me know how I feel.

[sunrisingly.livejournal.com]

Well, not how you feel. How you pretend to feel.

You didn't seem to like it that much. Otherwise, you wouldn't have left.

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[now where did he come from?]

Not exactly.

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ drops his hand but doesn't look away from it. the color is almost inviting. ]

What's the problem?

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

It's not that easy.

[he strides over and stops behind Roxas, stooping down so that his mouth is next to the boy's ear.]

You've worn mine. It didn't change anything.

[reaches over Roxas' shoulder to smooth gloved fingers over the hood of the coat.]

But go ahead. Put it on.

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ he has to nudge Axel back a little for some space to ditch his jacket. with that off he slips one arm in the sleeve then follows that up with the other arm. ]

How do you even wear this? It doesn't zip up the right way.

[gottamakesure.livejournal.com]

[he steps back, arms crossing over his chest as he shakes his head.]

Roxas, Roxas, Roxas.

[uncrosses one arm, hand waving near his head.]

[sleepysixth.livejournal.com]

[ grunts and fiddles with the coat himself. ]

Seriously, these things should zip from the bottom up...