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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.]

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*thinks about that and nods*

... yeah. And... not everybody likes two daddies together.

They'll love you, I promise! I'll go get them right now, okay?

[wiggles until he's set down, and the second he's on the ground he takes off running!]

*he gives Sora a Look, then gently takes his hand, walking slowly after 'bug*

Wait for us, 'bug.

*squeezes Ri's hand, shutting his eyes*

... we have to let him go home, don't we.

[he makes it back to the doorway first, hopping up and down excitedly like a kid on his very first field trip.]

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?

*whispers quietly to Sora*

... 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.

*he squeezes his eyes closed again, blinking tears away*

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.

[he scampers over and crashes into their legs, hugging tight.]

I love you! I'll be back with Momma and Daddy soon, okay?

*he kneels down so he can give 'bug a huge hug, not really wanting to let go*

You be a good boy, Sora. We'll be... right here.

*he doesn't want to let go either, and he kneels down as well, looking at his face for a long while and poking those cute cheeks, giving him a little kiss on the nose*

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.

[Sora loves hugs and kisses, and is very generous in returning them -- he's confident that he'll be coming back the second he decides to, so there isn't an ounce of upset in him, nor does he sense the upset in Ri and Sora. he just grins back twofold.]

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.]

'bug!

*once the door closes, he runs over and yanks the door open, then stares into the closet littered with little clothes and toys*

*Sora doesn't even want to look into that closet, and looks at his feet, his shoulders slumped over and maybe shaking*

*he hangs his head, his Heart squeezing painfully*

*he just goes over to sit on 'bug's little bed, his own Heart hurting when Bawk comes over, looking around for Master -- he's giving the growing chick a pet on the head, letting him nibble his finger*

*he will sit heavily next to you, still staring at the closet*

*this is... especially hard on him, because Sorabug was his first friend in this hellhole, and probably one of the only things that made things worth suffering through sometimes -- he'll be getting up and padding to the bathroom now, because he's feeling especially vulnerable; feel free to follow him though*

*he will, looking just as lost and confused*

... Sora?

*he isn't really sure how to describe how he's feeling, and just fiddles around with the sink's cold water knob, suddenly feeling very lonely*

Yeah?

*wraps his arms around you from behind, burying his face in your hair*

*he takes a shuddering breath, just listening to the pattern the water makes*

... I guess he wasn't really our kid to begin with.

*hugs you close*

We're his daddies here. That's what matters.

*sighs deeply*

But he's gone.

He could come back. We promised him we'd be here, and take care of Bawk.

... but it's selfish to want him to be in a place like this. I'm... selfish.

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