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[grownupprince.livejournal.com]

[at first glance, the guy walking through the door looks like Kai. but then it becomes obvious that he's older, and judging by the muscle showing on his very shirtless torso, much more built. there's a sword strapped to his waist and a towel slung over his shoulders. the only clothing he seems to have on are a pair of pants and somewhat clunky boots.]

Uh... sis?

[yeah this doesn't look right to him.]



(ooc: I have... no excuse. Four of Kai now.)

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[chosen-key.livejournal.com]

[bump bump crash.

there's a pile of books scattered across the floor, and it looks like the ladder usually used to get books from high-up places just broke. this one's just motionless, on the floor.]

Soon I'm gonna wake up, someone's gonna bring me around

[destati-13.livejournal.com]

[It had been a pretty crappy last few days, to say the least. The one thing that made him feel a little better was the fact that the damn spell was over. He really wished that he had just locked himself alone in a room for that time.]

[Roxas didn't feel so great, to say the least. In fact, he was rather depressed. He... really felt like an ass for being mad at Axel, after what he had done, but how was he not suppose to be mad at him? The little escapade with Axel hadn't helped much either - he was pissed at himself, and Axel... He'd taken to just sitting on the kitchen counter, legs swinging, gaze not really fixed on anything specific, just staring.]

((OOC: Emo Roxas is emo. Feel free to bug him.))

i know a song that gets on everybody's nerves

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[something giant and yellow is streaking around the dressing room. it's only identifiable as a chocobo whenever it stops to peck any unfortunate passerby on the head, or wark loudly at them, or chew on their shirt.]

[Bawk normally wouldn't rampage like this with Master around, but Master seemed to have forgotten to lock its stable at the end of the day -- or, put it in its stable at all. it currently has no idea where Master is, so as far as it's concerned, any and all inhabitants of the dressing room are available for it to harass.]