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[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[here's a Sora, sitting on the floor with his back against the wall and one knee pulled up close to his chest. he seems to be concentrating on something, his nose scrunched up and his eyes narrowed. that something? a black walking cane.

oh, wait, that's not concentration, that's glaring.]

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[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Well Roxas here is wandering by in his typical org-coat-over-casual-clothes attire, wondering why a Sora would be glaring at a cane like that.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[maybe if he glares at it a little longer, it'll turn to dust.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Doubtful, unless he has heat vision.]

...What are you doing?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[which he does not, but. wishful thinking. he jumps, blinking rapidly and glancing up, slightly embarrassed about being caught.]

Uh! I, um. Nothing, just... sitting around. Heh.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

[Just tilts his head with a flat look. He'll sit here and hope for an explanation as long as he has to.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[but he's not about to embarrass himself even more, so he brushes it off, casual.]

Uh, so... what are you doing?

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Watching you, at the moment.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

I don't do any cool tricks or have magic powers if that's what you're waiting for.

[awkwardly rubs the back of his head.]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

Mm... nope. I am wondering why you were staring so intently at a cane though.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

I wasn't?

[not a very good liar, is he?]

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

At least put some effort into lying.

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[sighs.]

Okay, okay. I'm just being grumpy, that's all.

[illumifated.livejournal.com]

...Well that's kind of boring.

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

[... raises an eyebrow at him, looking from him to the cane.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[huffs at it and looks away.]

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

Does it come to life or something?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[fjkdhjg! he flails, then winces.]

Rikuuu!

[slow down, Sora, don't get excited. there are tons of Rikus, and none of them are your best friend from home.]

... No, it's just annoying.

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

A cane's annoying?

[slight amusement in his voice.]

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

Yes.

[duh.]

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

How? Using it, you mean?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[pause.]

... Yeah.

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

Wheelchair?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

That's too clunky. I'd be in the way even more! And it's not like I can't walk.

[roseofgrey.livejournal.com]

So... why do you have a cane?

[slowfooted.livejournal.com]

[purses his lips, nose scrunching for a moment.]

I was in an accident and I hurt my hip, and now it's kind of hard to walk right without it.