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[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[Sora had only intended to get into his closet to locate his blocks, but when he pulls it open he doesn't find his clothes or toys -- there's a whole other room beyond the door.]

[it isn't as simple or as exciting as just finding a new room for him to play in, either. his old bedroom on the islands is clean and the bed is made, although dusty, like someone hasn't been living in it for quite a while. he can hear and smell the ocean wafting from a little window in the corner; he can see the sky and sunlight streaming in and warming the plush rug on the floor -- it's one of his favorite places to play, and consequently, nap.]

[Sora stands just outside the doorway, agonizing silently over whether he wants to go through.]

Comments

you really did it D:

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*he's just passing through with clean laundry!*

... Sorabug? What is it?

D:

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

It's my room!

[points.]

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*he comes closer and takes a look, his eyes getting wide, and looking at you*

Your room? On the Islands?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Yeah! Look, that's my bed.. And there's my toybox..

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*he just stares, and doesn't know what to say, as his mind's racing a mile a minute*

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

... M'I 'sposed to go back to my room now, Daddy?

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*he sits down next to you, still staring, but then looks at you, swallowing*

... do you want to go back home?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Will you come with me?

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

Sorabug... I can't... we can't...

*starts over*

That's your home. Ri and I can't come with you.

*smiles softly, and tucks one of your eartails behind your ear*

But if you want to go, you should go. I know me and Ri... we aren't your really real parents, huh.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*look here is a Ri, trying not to destroy a washing machine with all the family laundry*

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[then there is a little kid attaching himself to Ri's leg and crying hysterically.]

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*w-what is this? he is looking down quickly*

'bug?! What's wrong? Did you get hurt?!

threadcrashing y/y?

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*and here is the Sora that brought him in, looking a little... mopey*

Sorabug, why don't you tell Ri what you found today?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[well, he stops crying long enough to answer, at least. he just sort of mumbles it, though.]

M'room. At home.

[windup-boytoy.livejournal.com]

*is even more startled and hugs Sorabug close, giving Sora a confused and slightly panicked look*

What? Your real room? It... showed up here?

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*wraps his arms around himself, speaking gently*

Uhm. Sora found his room back at home in the closet this morning. And uh, I think he. Wants to go home. But he wants us to come with him.

*the look on his face should tell Ri how delicate a situation this is, and how he's feeling*

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Yeah! We'll find you a good place to live, okay?

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

[plants a hand on your head and thoroughly ruffles up your hair; sup, it's the Riku you might tend to see more in the nighttime hours]

Hey, kiddo. You look like you're thinking some awfully big thoughts.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[smiles up at him a little.]

Uh huh. It's my old room!

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

Guess that means it's time for you to go home, if you want.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

... I dunno what I want.

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

[hoists you up into a hug, looking at your room thoughtfully. after a moment, he attempts to put his arm into it to see if he can even cross into the room at all]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[that's most likely a negative; maybe the dressing room is a crossroad and allows for doubles, but Sora's home world certainly isn't.]

[boy-of-twilight.livejournal.com]

[feels the resistance not letting him enter at all, and sighs]

I can't go through, so it looks like it'll just be you if you want to go home, kiddo.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[having to make a decision is driving him crazy, because no matter how long he internally debates it, he can't seem to make up his mind. he tugs on his hair a bit.]

I don't know ... I dunno!