(no subject)

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

[A Roxas is asleep on a couch in this room. You wouldn't think this was an uncommon occurrence until you actual saw him. He's older than most Roxae, mid twenties, sturdy black boots at the foot of the couch, and Roxas himself covered by a dark grey cloak. Those with good eyes might spy the end of a wooden handle sticking out a little from underneath the cushions.]

{ooc: Long time lurker, first time poster. Sorry in advance for silly/wrong things. Roxas here is hard to explain properly, but basically I'm trying to write a story and I thought I'd see whether I could successfully transplant my characters onto existing characters and still have it work. So if Roxas is successful there'll be more from his universe coming in. Anyway when the mun note is longer than the actual entry it's time to stop rambling, so that's it for now.}

Comments

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[he really doesn't see what the problem is! he'll just point down the hall since you wanted to look around]

Wanna go that way?

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

Uh... sure... [Goes that way then, still perplexed.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[you probably aren't going to get real answers from him unless you ask specific questions, and even then he may not know the answers]

[fealtytoher.livejournal.com]

[Once his brain starts thinking straight again he'll ask questions - it's still a little 'bwuh?' at the moment.]

[twilit-kid.livejournal.com]

[that's okay, he'll just have fun pointing in random directions and watching the funny faces you make c:]