sleepwalk

[soracles.livejournal.com]

[like many other Soras, this one here is accustomed to and prone to taking brief afternoon naps. instead of finding him passed out wherever he decided to take this afternoon nap, however, one will find him digging through an open closet and throwing a random assortment of clothes onto the floor behind him. he looks a little distressed.]

Where is it?

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[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Huh? What's wrong?

[This is... odd. What's Sora doing? Naturally, Roxas can't help but be a little curious.]

[soracles.livejournal.com]

Roxas? I can't find my.. my coat.

[turns to look at Roxas. his eyes are kind of glazed over, and even though he looks worried, it's a somewhat muted expression. yes, he's sleepwalking. don't judge.]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Your coat?

[That's...odd. And what happened to his eyes? Is he sick? What a mystery!]

[soracles.livejournal.com]

Yeah. We're supposed to get ice cream but I need my coat.

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

... What kind of coat?

[soracles.livejournal.com]

You know! I got it.. Remember? And then we had ice cream.

[rubs his forehead.]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

But I've never seen you wear a coat before.

[soracles.livejournal.com]

... What?

[the confused expression on his face is still very Sora, but there's a different, yet somehow still familiar glint in his eyes. who exactly is dreaming, here? he turns back and starts digging through the closet again, mumbling to himself.]

I wore it on a mission..

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

A mission? Hold it. Since when did you have missions, Sora? You weren't part of the Organization...

[soracles.livejournal.com]

... Can we go get ice cream, then?

[sleep-eating is definitely one Sora's never accomplished before.]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Uh, sure.

[Ice cream is always good... but this is still weird.]

[soracles.livejournal.com]

Great! I love ice cream.

[watch, odds are he'll just sit at the table and go right back to sleep.]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

[Well, uh. He'll... go ahead and lead him to the kitchen.]

[soracles.livejournal.com]

[well, he gets as far as fetching an ice cream bar out of the freezer, but the minute he sits down on the table he folds his arms and rests his head on them, leaving the ice cream to melt on the table.]

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Uh... Hey, Sora?

[He pokes him on the shoulder. Don't let the ice cream melt!]

You can't sleep now! What if your ice cream melts?

[soracles.livejournal.com]

[poke him a few more times, Roxas, and he'll suddenly sit up, wide awake. he blinks, and is probably even more confused than he was when he was asleep.]

What?

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Your ice cream's melting.

[soracles.livejournal.com]

... What? How did I get ice cream?

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

You wanted to get some a few minutes ago. Don't you remember?

[soracles.livejournal.com]

Not at all! I must have been asleep.

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

... But you were talking to me, and your eyes were wide open.

[soracles.livejournal.com]

[the confused look on his face is an honest one, Roxas; he's completely clueless.]

I don't remember that at all. What did I say?

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

You were looking for your coat.

[soracles.livejournal.com]

... That's weird. I don't think I even have a coat here I'd be looking for.

[kindofazombie.livejournal.com]

Really? That's what I thought, too. And you said something about missions, but you were never part of the Organization.

Talk about weird... I wonder why you said that.