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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.]

Comments

[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...]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

Did the blizzards stop?

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

[Nods.]

There are still areas that are snowed in, though.

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

Wonder how Ven is taking this.

[Knows how that kid hates cold things now :|]

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

He probably found somewhere warm and has been there ever since.

[by which she means "he totally slept through half the blizzard, didn't he."]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[Buried like an ostrich.]

Probably.

[Gets to drying his hair completely.]

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

[...Ven with feathers? Do you want help with that.]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

[I am a grown man, I can dry myself.]

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

[Alright, alright.]

Where did you spend the blizzard?

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

Library. It didn't get snowed in, thankfully.

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

I almost got snowed in a little before they stopped.

[Unzips the coat that she was totally wearing all along a little, since it's warm in here.]

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

Where were you staying?

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

Near the training room.

[notyethim.livejournal.com]

All this time?

[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?

[clepsydras.livejournal.com]

Just since the blizzard started. I couldn't get back to my normal room.

[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.]