Hell

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[What can assumed to be later at night, since many are asleep, Roxas is not. Normally, he would be. But tonight is different.]

[What most people would consider a nightmare, this Roxas has every single night. He's gotten so used to them that they barely even faze his daily routine and sleep schedule. But think, then, how bad a dream would have to be for him to consider it a nightmare to his standards?]

[This one tore him awake and got him up and moving. He's shaking, wearing only pajama pants and socks as he's wandering the halls, looking scared, yet out of it at the same time. Almost as if he's in shock.]

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[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Shakes his head. he still has no voice. But at least he knows he's not hurt.]

[summer_poprocks]

[worried Roxas is worried ;; he's looking around the kitchen, wondering if you have any comfort foods, his eyes landing on a box of cocoa powder]

Hey, I'm gonna make some hot chocolate. Do you want some?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[SUGAR = COMFORT FOOOOOOD. He nods. Shallowly.]

[summer_poprocks]

[goes to make some then, making sure to add plenty of marshmallows before handing you a cup and hoping you don't spill it because it's hot]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[he leans over it at the table, having set it down. He'll sip lightly at the very top.]

[summer_poprocks]

[reaches into the bag of marshmallows and nibbles one, then pulls out another and pokes you in the forehead with it. if he can't get you to talk, maybe he can get your mind off of what happened?]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... [grabs that. nom.]

[summer_poprocks]

[that gets a little grin, and he pulls another out of the bag he's hoarding, dangling it in front of your nose]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... [snatches it out of his hand.]

[summer_poprocks]

[pulls another out of the bag and leans back in his chair, grinning wider]

Open up.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

...

[just stares at it.] ... Just throw.

[summer_poprocks]

[tosses the marshmallow in a low arc toward your face, glad you've finally said something]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[snaps at it in mid-air, and catches it between his teeth.]

[summer_poprocks]

[between the teeth is more impressive than just catching it with a wide-open mouth, and he gives you a little clap of approval before grabbing another to toss it in the air]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[reaches up to smack it higher into the air, and catches it on his tongue.]

[When your parents ground you constantly and you stay holed up in your room all the time, you gain skills no one expects.]

[summer_poprocks]

[that got a startled laugh out of him, and now he's tossing another higher, then another to see if you can handle two]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[First one on his tongue, pulls it in just in time to bite the second.]

[summer_poprocks]

How long did it take you to learn that?

[oho, asks you a question the same time he tosses another]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

It's a--[catch! nom.]--very difficult skill to learn... Took me a long time.

[summer_poprocks]

Well, at least it's gotten you talking again.

[tosses another, then takes a sip of his hot chocolate]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[catch!]

[He'll sip his own, too.] At least... I have a weakness for sweets.

[summer_poprocks]

You do, huh? I guess I'll have to remember that the next time I find you wandering the halls in the middle of the night.

[raises an eyebrow, wondering if you're ever going to tell him what's going on]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... Wasn't my fault. Had a nightmare. [There. that's all you get, he will NOT go into detail and he won't show you, either. ;;]

[summer_poprocks]

[he wouldn't ask you to show him, fff]

You didn't run into that incubus guy, did you?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... Incubus?