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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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[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.]