year after year

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[if you come across a door that's not completely closed - open it. see that pile of presents in the middle of the otherwise mostly bare room? hear the snoring coming from behind it? that sound is, you guessed it, coming from a very much asleep Roxas, who lies curled up on the hard floor.

despite the graffiti on the wall reading "HAPPY BIRTHDAY, ROXAS!" the gifts aren't for him. they're for everyone else, wrapped by him.]


[ooc: it was his birthday yesterday! the gifts are stuff he's found and wrapped but there are no name tags on them; feel free to grab one. they're random books that he thought to be interesting.]

Comments

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Hm. Might as well... the more I try to catch up, the more I realise I've forgotten stuff. A lot of stuff. There are things in my room that doesn't make sense with what I remember. Notes... items... even dents in the wall.

[stretches and yawns.]

And there's no use catching up to something that you can't even remember.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Give it time. It'll come back to you eventually, it's just easier if you're not forcing yourself to remember.

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Let's take a break, then.

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

Sounds good. Kitchen?

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

Kitchen.

[stretches and nods.]

[sunsettingly.livejournal.com]

[Heads off to the kitchen, then.]

[roxasreplica.livejournal.com]

[follows close after, whistling cheerfully.]