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[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[sitting in the hallway with his arms encircling a decent-sized glass bowl is Sora, his cane across his knees. he looks rather glum, lips drawn into a faint frown.]

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[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[just walking by, drinking a very bright, almost neon-colored drink with a crazy straw. raises an eyebrow at him.]

--something wrong?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[barely glances up, staring down into the bowl. he does, however, try for something resembling a smile, but it's not a very successful attempt.]

Yeah. Just... my goldfish died.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[... looks concerned, quickly going over to sit next to him.]

Oh... I'm sorry. What was his name?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[it's almost morbid the way he keeps staring down at that fish. eventually, though, he manages to look up, glancing sideways.]

Benny.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

... 're you gonna bury him?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[sighs.]

I was going to flush him, but I don't think I can.

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

Bury him, then. With a mini funeral.

[he has a small frown on his face, drawing his knees to his chest.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Yeah...

[nods a bit, and after a long pause, he carefully sets the fish bowl aside, reaching for his cane.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[watches him, with a small, encouraging smile.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[after a bit of some awkward-yet-smooth maneuvering, he gets to his feet, and it's only then, with the fish bowl still on the floor, that he remembers the reason he'd ended up in the hallway in the first place. walking with a can while trying to hold a fishbowl without sloshing the water everywhere was near impossible. Sora sighs, face flushing a light shade of pink.]

H-hey, um... you don't have to, but... do you think you could help me?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[blink--ohh. he grins, and nods.]

Yeah, I wouldn't mind at all!

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[seems a little bit relieved, some of that tension melting away.]

Could you carry him for me?

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[nods, getting up and dusting himself off.]

Be glad to!

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[waits for Sora to scoop up the bowl before he turns and starts down the hall with his cane in hand, a bit of a hobble in his step. he'd heading for one of the outdoor rooms, hoping to bury Benny someplace warm and bright.]

[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[he does, a little clumsily, taking a bit of time to steady himself. then Sora just follows, not as quick as he hopes, but enough.]