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[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[He's been provided free food, a warm home, and more attention than ever given to him back home. Something told Roxas he wanted to repay the people who helped him in any way he can.

So he's currently on the floor, busily looking like he's trying to write a letter. Except he's hit a roadblock.

He can't read.

So he's now squinting at a book meant for little kids, trying to mouth out words and copy them on the paper.]

Comments

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[blink.blink.]

What are you doing, Roxas?

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Tries to hide what he was doing with an arm, ashamed that he can't read and write.]

N-nothin'.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Oh come on, you know you want to show me~

[Grins, tickling his sides gently.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Squirms out of her grip, laughing and noooo my half-letter, half-random scribbles! D:]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Steals it! Looking over it.]

What is this?

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Fidgets with the hem of his shirt, head bowed.]

'm writing a letter.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Smiles at that.]

That's very nice of you... who is it for?

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[THIS FACE. Looks up at her.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

... what's wrong?

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

't's for you. And other me.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Internally d'awww-ing.]

That's so sweet, Roxas.

[She'll be pulling him carefully into her arms now for a hug.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Still getting used to hugs, so have some tentative clinging.]

C'n't write though.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Pets his hair gently.]

That's okay, why don't you just tell me what it says?

[Hands him the paper.]

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

'm not good in saying them out loud.

jsdhgkjadfshdf lmfao that icon.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

Then tell me what you wanted to write.

|D

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

...

... [clings.] Thank you, mom.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[............. is her first reaction, but then she just smiles and goes back to petting his hair and rubbing his back.]

You're welcome.

You're a really great kid, you know that?

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

[Shakes head. He hasn't done anything to be considered a great kid]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Nods in response and kisses the top of his head.]

Yes, you are. You never did anything to deserve what those bad people did to you, okay?

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

... dad said mom died cause of me.

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

No, she didn't. She died because it was her time to go.

[Lets out a long sigh.]

Your dad was a cruel man. No matter what he said about you, he's wrong.

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

... so it wasn't my fault?

[Can you imagine the guilt this information had on him.]

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

[Yes, that poor kid.]

It wasn't your fault at all.

[hisnamewasroxas.livejournal.com]

... then what did I do wrong?

[vanishinghopes.livejournal.com]

You didn't do anything.

[Takes a second to try to figure out what she wants to say, just cuddling him.]

... sometimes. life just throws bad things at us. to test us. It's not that you've been bad and you deserve it, it's that life wants to know how much you can handle.