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[whoyoucallin.livejournal.com]

[In this large kitchen, a Roxas is seated at the table, a number of books scattered around him, a cup of coffee near his hand. If one were to look, they would find that the books seem to be about magic. And while Roxas does seem somewhat interested, he also looks somewhat unconvinced.

Oh, hey, don't mind that his entire right arm is made of metal.]

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[whoyoucallin.livejournal.com]

Automail, actually. [Not looking up. He recognises the voice and he doesn't want to see.]

Probably a good thing.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

It's all the same to me.

[Chesh unveils himself and sits at the table.]

You know... I once knew somebody with a prosthetic arm. And a prosthetic leg, too.

Yup.

[whoyoucallin.livejournal.com]

[...Freezes, still not looking up.]

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

[Chesh sees that.]

He was Royal Alchemist for the old King... before...

Ah, nothing important. You probably don't want to hear.

[whoyoucallin.livejournal.com]

[He relaxes just a little.] Royal Alchemist, huh? Never heard of 'em.

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

...I'll take that as a yes and continue.

The Queen took over, and one day they vanished. We found him in the forest a week later. Gone insane, both he and his little brother.

You wouldn't happen to have a little brother too, would you?

[whoyoucallin.livejournal.com]

[That coming from who Chesh is is quite braintwisting. Give him a moment for the words to assemble themselves properly.]

Well- that is- I- what's it to you?

[limping-grin.livejournal.com]

Because, funnily enough...

You actually look like somebody other than him.