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[disolate.livejournal.com]

[Slipping through a pair of sliding glass doors, a familiar blond-haired kid strolls into the wonderful place that is the Dressing Room. He's wearing a stained men's tank, a torn jacket, and faded out jeans that like the rest of his outfit could use a good wash and maybe a good sewing machine. But, none the less, his objective walking through here is--]

Riku, you're taking forever and I want my lemonade.

[and cue the abrupt halt and confused face that most newcomers get.]

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[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Lemonade?

[that would be something he doesn't know about yet. hi, Roxas, have a short double in a weird black coat!]

[disolate.livejournal.com]

[what who-- double take.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[yeah hi, he's just waiting for a response.]

[disolate.livejournal.com]

[just.. stares and gives a slightly nasty look.]

What is this, some sick joke?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

...?

[blinks at the look, tilting his head slightly.]

What do you mean?

[disolate.livejournal.com]

You look like me, you even sound like me.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Because I'm a Roxas, too.

[disolate.livejournal.com]

What are you talking about? A Roxas? How many of me is the--

[pauses, trying to comprehend the fact that there is some creeper in front of him that is basically him but isn't what.]

Look, I don't know what you're trying to do, but whatever it is it's not funny.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I'm not trying to do anything.

[this would be so much easier if he had memories. or the connection to his Sora.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

You want lemonade, go get it yourself. Kitchen's that way.

[Gestures]

[disolate.livejournal.com]

What kitchen?

[gives a.. blank look.]

[shadedhues.livejournal.com]

...The dressing room kitchen.

[Oh not another new arrival--]