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[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[don't mind him, he's just

stuck in a net hanging from the ceiling, in the middle of a hallway. there's not enough room to summon his Keyblade in there, and he can't break the netting any other way, since he doesn't know any spells.]

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[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Oh! I'm Isa, by the way.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I'm Roxas.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Right.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you...?

[he's learning the regular human manners and customs. slowly.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Nice to meet you too.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[...okay yeah now he's not sure what to do.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

How did you end up in there anyway?

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I don't know. I was walking along... and the next thing I know, the net is coming up around me from the floor.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

Weird.

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[nods. it was definitely strange, especially since he hadn't seen any net on the ground beforehand.]

Yeah.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[There's a brief pause and shrug.]

The place does that sometimes.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I've heard about it... but I hadn't seen it yet.

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

I suppose you have now.

[There's a tentative smile to go along with that statement.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

I guess so.

[returns the smile!]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[Isa just nods at that. Conversation is not exactly his strong suit sometimes.]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[that kind of sucks, since it's not really his either.]

[atmoonrise.livejournal.com]

[They can be awkwardly silent together?]

[whatisseasalt.livejournal.com]

[that works!]