misguided

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[as much as Sora here would like to continue hiding down the hallway fashioned after Castle Oblivion or the beach room- pretty much the only places around here that feel familiar- a guy's gotta eat once in a while. so he's waiting around in the kitchen for the stove to heat up, and standing over the kitchen table armed with a bag of taffy to tear through in the meantime.]

[his cards are spread out across the table, like he's been trying to arrange them, but lost interest halfway through the process. every time Sora looks at them, he's reminded of how everything he remembers is supposed to be wrong, that Naminé is wrong- he meant to ask the Naminé he's been staying with about the truth, but just hasn't found the right words for it. how do you ask your best friend if she's a liar?]

[in a brief moment of frustration, he sweeps his hand across the table angrily, sending the cards fluttering off the table and about the room, and keeps swiping at the table until it's clear, so he doesn't have to look at them anymore.]

Man..

come on over, roll on over, I just need to feel you breathe--

[samuraipants.livejournal.com]

[With a loud whump of someone not very light-weight crashing into a bed, it's apparent that... someone just a) fell through the ceiling and b) is very disorientated. Wasn't he just -- Was the exam just a dream? No, it... It was real, but how did he end up in a bed?

On closer inspection, hey, this isn't his room and this pillow smells distinctly nice and feminine and he's pretty sure he's never smelled like this in his life. In fact, only one person smells like this --]


(ooc: for magicwishing because lol LOOK WHO GOT A CANON UPDATE AND FOUND OUT ABOUT THE EXAM making everything more awkward, it's what I do 8Db)