can you hear me?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Whatever bedroom he had taken refuge in, Sora was grateful that the bathroom was stocked with potions. Just another day, it's easier now since it's been a week.
He shut the door quickly, hoping whoever actually owned the room wouldn't mind all of the crimson liquid on the floorboards and bloody towels stuffed under the sink. He pulled up the turtleneck a bit more, sliding on the hoodie as well to make him feel better before taking a slow pace down the hall. He shouldn't push himself...Just. breathe.
All Sora could do was stare down at the floor in his own world as he walked down the hall.]

[[Sora had a little...conflict and probably won't be giving his usual greetings or hello thanks to this.]]

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[keyto-memories.livejournal.com]

[Oof. Not looking where she was running, slams against your legs from behind]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Only the inhale of air could he heard while he fell forward, bracing himself to grit his teeth and shut his eyes tightly. Whoever did that was going to--Looks up.]

...

[Oh, well-he isn't going to hurt a Namine.]

[keyto-memories.livejournal.com]

Sorry Mister-- [mismatched color of eyes? hey, isn't that...]

....Uncle Sora?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

.....?

[Blinks. Uncle Sora? Yes, he had two different colored eyes...He gave a little wave before pulling out his notebook to write a question down and show the girl. Hi Sweetie. ]

[keyto-memories.livejournal.com]

[holds up her arms to be picked up, cocking her head curiously]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[How could he deny an angel's wish? Sora put on the sweetest smile, picking her up to tuck away in his arms and kiss her forehead. She was too cute...If only he could actual talk to her. But actions are just as good as words.]

[keyto-memories.livejournal.com]

How come you can't talk, Uncle Sora?

[iwuzansem.livejournal.com]

[Hey, look who else is heading down the hall with his hood pulled up and over his hair. It doesn't look like he see's you yet. ]

...

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[But Sora sees you--ABORT, ABORT!]

!

[He staggered backwards, letting his frantic eyes look around the hall. Well, he'll just have to play it cool and lean back--AH, no bad idea. He drew his hood over a little more, though his spikey locks still escaped it and tried to walk past the other.]

[iwuzansem.livejournal.com]

[Oh..hey whats that... ]

...Sora? [He leans down a bit as he takes his own hood off. And yes. He knows those eyes. ]

Hey Sora.

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[He froze, glancing over at Riku, giving a little wave with his left hand. Hi.]

[iwuzansem.livejournal.com]

Oh..

[He is just going to assume you are being distant because of how he currently looks. ]

I-I'm sorry..

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[His eyebrows drew together in confusion, peering up at the other. Does he think....?
Gah-no. That's not why! He threw his hands up without thinking and shook his head. That bandaged right hand finally revealing itself. But that was the least of his worries.]

[seasides]

...Sora?

[looks like someone was doing laundry.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Shrinks. He doesn't know, just smile. Sora attempted that little happy grin of his-though it faltered. It's alright, he'll just keep trying to hold it up and give a small wave with his left hand.]

[seasides]

Sora...

[god, it's so easy to sense- not to mention Sora's kind of shit at hiding.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[..Why can't he be a good liar?]

..

[He lost that half-smile from the way Kai said his name. Yes?
He was tempted to bring out his notepad and write down I'm sorry on it to show Kai.]

[seasides]

[sets the laundry basket down and makes his way over.]

What happened?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[How could he explain it? Sora brought out his notebook from within the hoodie's pocket.]

...

[His bandaged right hand revealed itself from under the sleeve to bring out his paintbrush to write a sentence. I just got hurt.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he was just on his way back to his room carrying a tray with various foods, but he stops. he knows that Sora and he knows something is very wrong.]

Ehm. Are you okay?

[he carefully walks closer.]

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Damn Roxas and his amazing sense to know...Sora glanced up with shocked eyes when the blonde moved closer, he just stood still and gave a little nod.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[he's been there more than once, so he knows. and those clothes? suspicious, considering how warm it was.]

Really? You don't look okay.

[sighs. he understands if Roxas doesn't want to talk about it, but he'll try once more.]

Who was it?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[Pssh..It's not that warm. >> ]

...

[He shook his head. What could he say? Nothing. His eyebrows drew together, looking down at the floor.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[...okay, no talking. fine. either Sora couldn't talk or he didn't want to.]

Just nod. Are you hurt?

[atenderbruise.livejournal.com]

[....He was debating whether or not to lie.]

[He gave a nod.]