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kingdomdressing2009-09-10 09:21 am
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[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.]
[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.]
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Well... I don't know if you've thought about it, but... 'bug, you know that you and Sora are sort of the same person, right? Like how I'm sort of the same person as your friend Riku?
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Yeah. We're... different, but we're still sort of the same. There can only be one Sora for each world. Not two.
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You'd still be a Sora, deep down inside. This is the only place where more than one person can be. But me and Sora... we're very happy that you let us be your parents here.
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We are. And like I said, we'll always be your daddies here. We'll never forget you. But your real parents... are waiting for you at home.
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... You'll come visit me, right? Or, or you'll try to?
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We'll try, of course. But you know this place sometimes doesn't let people go home. How about we go look at where your room is, and I'll see if I can go in it? Do you have lots of toys?
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It's a cool room. There's lots of toys. And a nice rug, and a comfy-looking bed...
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And, and maybe if you can't visit, I can bring Momma and Daddy here! We'd all be together then.
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... yeah. And... not everybody likes two daddies together.
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[wiggles until he's set down, and the second he's on the ground he takes off running!]
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Wait for us, 'bug.
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... we have to let him go home, don't we.
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We're gonna be the best family ever! Not even Riku's got three daddies!
[hop, hop.]
Will you watch Bawk 'till I get back?
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... you know we can't... we can't force him to stay. This might be his only chance to get out.
*then he pastes on a smile for 'bug*
O-of course we will. Poco would be so sad to not have his friend around.
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I know, I know! I want him to... I want him to be with his family.
We'll make sure he stays out of trouble. And doesn't eat any cheetos.
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I love you! I'll be back with Momma and Daddy soon, okay?
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You be a good boy, Sora. We'll be... right here.
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I love you too, Sorabug.
*his memories allow him to conjure up a warm smile, and he hugs his 'bug a last time, tapping the spot on his chest where his Heart is*
We'll always be right here.
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Okay, I'll be back, then! Don't eat all the pizza rolls an' taffy, okay? Oh, and the mac'n'cheese and the hot dogs and the pizza!
[he waves a little frantically as he steps through the door, and continues waving right up until the door closes with a click, and it is nothing more than a closet.]
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*once the door closes, he runs over and yanks the door open, then stares into the closet littered with little clothes and toys*
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