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[notyethim.livejournal.com]

This isn't working out.

[Says the Xehanort who's looking at himself in the mirror. His hair seems slightly damp, but that doesn't seem to be his problem.

There's some hair dye at the table next to him.]

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[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

What isn't?

[...spots the hair dye.]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

This.

[Terra pout. Points to his hair.]

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

[Terrapout nooooo.]

I could help, if you want to try it again.

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

This is my third try. It always go back to white.

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

... So it's this place again.

[:c]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[Sighs, gives up.]

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

[Places a hand on his shoulder.]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[Places a hand over hers.]

It's just hair. It's not going to change me anyway.

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

I know.

[But if it's bothering him...]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[Excuse the Master passing by, Keyblade in hand. He's searching for something- or rather, someone. A brief glance confirms the light-haired man isn't the missing person... Or anyone Eraqus has met before. It certainly seems that way at first, but something keeps him from moving on right away. Why does he feel like he should recognize this stranger?]

Is something wrong?

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[Glances up--

-- shit. Nearly trips on his own feet to hastily stand up and--

--wait, he's not going to get recognized--]

N-no, it's nothing.

[--sir.]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[He looks at the dye for a moment, frowning in thought. Then he's back to scrutinizing the "stranger".]

Are you sure?

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[Today, I met my Master who was supposed to be dead while I look like a creepy old man with my white hair. FML.]

Y-yes.

[Head bowed so he doesn't get that good of a look.]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[It could be worse!]

Trying out a new look?

[Gestures to the dye with his free hand. Suspicious Eraqus is suspicious.]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[... you know that instinct of not lying to your Master? He still has that. Since this is technically an "old" look, he'll. Remain quiet.]

[mastereraqus.livejournal.com]

[After a few long minutes of silence, Eraqus shakes his head as if he's giving up. He starts to head toward the nearest door, but riiight when he's about to step through it and leave Mr. Mysterious Stranger alone, he stops. He doesn't look back, but the grip he has on his Keyblade tightens.]

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[brb watching warily]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[Gdit, he gets enough look with MX while he was Terra. Stop creepering on him. Glances at him and blinks.]

Ven?

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

[---hey he's not creeper. Just... his Xehanort's a douche okay. Uh.]

Roxas, actually.

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[And a creeper.]

Oh. Not the one from my world, then. Is something bothering you?

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

Sorry, just thought you were the Xehanort I know for a second.

[frowns a bit. It's...weird seeing another one so much nicer and less creepy]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

Huh. What's he like?

[Wonders if he can just cut his hair, looking back at the mirror :|]

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

... A complete jerk, that's what.

[would the DR be that nice?]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[No, sadly. Blinks.]

... how?

[erasedwind.livejournal.com]

It's...hard to explain. It's like he doesn't care about anything anymore.

He does all these weird experiments, but it's kind of like he's empty. It sounds crazy, but that's the best way I can describe it.