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[She paused in her step again as he caught her eyes. As if it were the first time she had really seen him, standing there as if only an apparition. Ironic in the sense of the look on her own face as if she were facing an old ghost. But if she had any intention of moving on, his doing had dismissed the thought. Because with her attention back on them, another wave of different faces flitted through Xion and recognition seemed to snap to Naminé's own features. Concern finally seeming to befit her own. Not panicked but rather realized. And despite what Roxas had to say, Naminé made her way over.

She stopped when she was a few feet off from them though, not daring to get any closer. The Roxae she had met here were all pretty different. And that was just putting it lightly. But either way, she wasn't about to risk breaking the rest of the distance. Not without explanation anyway. Which was why she had stepped up in the first place. As she eyed Xion carefully, she noted:]

She just arrived here, didn't she. [Her voice calm but knowing. Like she had seen something like this before.] If she continues like this... she won't wake up. Her memories need to be rechained. [She studied Xion's face a beat before drawing back to focus on Roxas again, her mouth a thin line. Eyes clouded in thought. But underneath there seemed to be a question of his approval. Ironic considering the circumstances in which Roxas himself was prone to knowing her. The one he knew never really gave him that choice... but then she didn't seem to have the power that this one sounded as if she possessed either.]

[He was cautious, everything had come together so fast -he wasn't even sure if a full day had passed before they'd found that door and just as quickly, Xion fell apart as she had. And while his inability to keep track of the days was troubling, it was a concern he was more than willing to put on the backburner in the face of the more pressing matter at hand.

So all the more reason he kept his defensive posture. Roxas wasn't sure what was going on; why there were so many of himself and people he knew, not to mention just the subtle visual variations thereof, he hadn't even time to plumb the possibilities of what other differences there might be. But he did know that at least from where he and Xion came from, this girl whom he'd viewed as his friend, was one of the people that convinced Xion to take the path she did. And frankly, that did little to win any points with him.

Still, her demeanor hadn't changed and for the moment, Naminé at least sounded like she had some idea of what was afflicting his friend. So he gave an affirmative nod when she asked about the timing of their arrival. The second part ended up being a little more vague; something about rechaining memories seemed both familiar and alien at the same time -at least there was nothing in either his memories, the ones he'd gained from Sora or ones he'd remembered thanks to his reunion with Xion.]

Rechained?

[His tone betrayed his curiosity. The Nobody stole a glance at the girl on the bench, feeling that coiled dread squeezing his gut each time her appearance shifted. Roxas returned his attention to Naminé, his eyes staring into hers as if to impress the seriousness of the situation upon her.]

If you know how you save her, then just tell me. I'll do whatever's needed.

[The cautious stance he took wasn't something necessarily unfounded or unseen by her before. She might not have been the same Naminé he knew, but she had been in the Dressing Room a while. Had heard the other stories and seen other things. A quiet observer. She watched his conflicted expression with a placid one of her own, allowing him to work it out in his head what he wanted to do from there on. If he didn't believe her, if he didn't want anything to do with her, she would have accepted his request and left.

But Roxas always was one to put a lot of value in his friends. That seemed like a part of his personality that never quite went away despite the many different versions she had met. As he echoed her wording, she simply nodded. Waiting once more. So used to waiting, she was. Watching as he glimpsed off to Xion and then back at her. The serious expression on his face was admittedly admirable. A loyalty sometimes she wished she held. But she was just a nobody, after all. Still. At his statement, she took another step closer but then stayed herself once more.]

I need you to trust me. Right now... her program's reacting to everyone here that she has connections to. She can't handle having that many memories inside her. Her body's shut down to stop the flow, but as it is, she has too many memories. She needs some of them to be removed. Because of your personal link to her, I can transfer some of the memories to you. And from there... create false links to fool her programming.

[She stared at him squarely, her expression neutral for the most part although her eyes betrayed her, a glimpse of pity, fear.]

I can't promise it will work... but I can try.

[He hated being in a situation like this; he could trust others as long as he felt he had a good reason to. If Xion hadn't come back around, restored his memories and they hadn't talked about what had happened in the gaps for each of them, he'd likely trust even this Naminé without hesitation. After all, back in the Digital Twilight Town, she'd been the only one that even remotely seemed to have his best interests at heart.

But after knowing what had been discussed with Xion, he had his doubts about her. She'd either just been a puppet to whoever happened to be lording control over her or saw both of them as merely a way to get Sora back. Neither option made her seem particularly trust worthy in his eyes. However when he considered that no one had even offered the slightest bit of aid and she sounded like she actually knew what afflicted his friend and how to save her... well, he found that once more, he had little say in the matter.

Roxas moved aside, giving an accepting bow of his head as he gave the other blond room to do whatever it was that she needed. He really wanted to just trust her like he did back then, but he had so many questions and even then, he wasn't even sure if this was the Naminé he'd known. But that's something he decided he'd deal with later.]

It's better than anything I can do for her.

[After looking dejected for a moment, he offered a weak smile, allowing that part of him that wanted to trust her a chance to show through.]

I'm counting on you.

[At the bow of his head, Naminé braved another step. And then yet another at his comment. Maybe the smallest of reassuring smiles hinted on her lips. It was hard to tell, really. Her temperament definitely seemed more... not really cold but distant. She didn't seem to quite bear a strong familiarity to him either, but she approached all the same. Her mouth opening slightly to the surprise of that little smile of his own. The only really expressive, well, expression that she had featured since she had appeared.

She nodded again, crossing the rest of the distance to Xion's side just as another of her phases ended. Naminé carefully knelt down in front of the bench, steadying herself into a comfortable position where hopefully her legs wouldn't fall asleep on her. She looked back at Roxas then, her gaze becoming firmer than before.]

While I do this, you'll have to hold her hand. And no matter what, you can't let go. If you sever the connection at any point during this, if you lose consciousness, the damage it could cause... she might never wake up again.

[A careful pause.] If this does succeed though, the memories, too... will come to you in dreams just like Sora's. [And then her eyes were boring directly into his.] Are you sure of this?

[The longer she lingered in their presence, the more certain he was gradually becoming that somehow, this was not the Naminé that he'd known. So at least in that respect, he had to admit that at least personally, he had no specific reason to feel ill toward her. Of course, from another stand point, that gave him no more reason to trust her than a stranger, but she seemed to recognize him and Xion as well. So while those were reasonably suspicious marks in his book, the urgency of the situation out-weighed his sense of caution for the time being.

When she spoke, he gave the other blond his full attention, especially where she stressed the part about keeping hold of Xion's hand. And while some part of him was blushing furiously and trying to understand why he was, he actually managed to do a good job of keeping focused.]

That's fine, I don't mind a few extra memories here or there.

[He was about to say more when he found her eyes locked on his, seeming to press the concept that what was about to be done, was not to be undertaken lightly. It didn't matter to him though. She was his friend and if it was one thing he had in common with his Other, it was that he'd do whatever it took to keep his friends safe.]

I'm positive.

[If she saw that flush, she didn't seem to notice it. Her attention was more drawn to the situation at hand. But that serious focus wasn't without merit by any means. She 'hmm'ed at his acceptance on both counts. Maybe then. Just maybe. A hint of a calm smile drifting although her lips. And then Naminé shifted just a little closer as Xion's appearance tore through another dozen faces. She watched and waited once more. When it subsided, she beckoned Roxas to take hold of one of Xion's hands.

And then she, herself, took up the other. The memory witch glanced back over to him.] Whenever you're ready.

[When gestured to, Roxas gave a solemn nod as he took Xion's hand in his, the other hand clasping around it as well -partly out of the uneasy sensation he was getting from all of this. This whole situation was worrisome; this Naminé was not that one he knew and yet he was trusting the life of someone who specifically was a close friend of to her. And even if she was the Naminé he'd known, he had just as much reason to be weary around her as well.

His eyes drifted downward to see Xion's visage shift erratically again and that only hardened his resolve that doing this was better than waiting to find another solution. This was especially true if their somewhat mysterious benefactor was right in her not lasting much longer if she wasn't treated.

Taking a deep breath, he turned to the memory witch and gave an affirmative nod.]

Let's begin then.

[That nod and the way he took up Xion's hand without question was all Naminé seemed to need as confirmation before her eyes were set on Xion again. Only for a moment though. Because then she was closing them. Trying to focus, to reach out to the chains that were sloppily crammed into the replica's being, linked in all sorts of strange ways. At first, her eyes flew open with a gasp and she jolted back. But the contact with Xion's hand still remained and then not long after, Naminé was closing her eyes again and just concentrating.

At first, it seemed like nothing was happening. Everything remaining relatively calm while her eyebrow twitched. But then, all of a sudden, Roxas would be drawn into a world of noise as the very memories that Xion had collected in seconds flooded across his vision whether his eyes were closed or not. A mess of different faces accompanied with the occasional snippet of dialogue he might have almost thought he could hear aloud. If he was wondering why Naminé had stressed the seriousness of the situation, by then? Well, he might have known the realness of the matter. And it wasn't going to stop any time soon while the memory witch worked away.]

[His eyes closed when he saw hers do the same, the Nobody doing his best to keep his concentration even as she gasped -keeping his vision blocked was mainly how he was focusing on keeping his grip on Xion's hand. Some part of him was chiding him for being a little mellow dramatic, but he paid it no mind as he steadied his breathing.

And then came the sudden change. Were he not so stubbornly-focused on his grip, he might have stumbled back and let go, yet he stayed his ground. The barrage of imagery; so many faces and voices, it was almost overwhelming. It reminded him of when he'd seen Sora's memories in the digital Twilight Town with the way they fuzzed in and out. Waves of static seemed to wash through this vision, almost constantly shifting the image he was looking at.

Was this what you saw when we opened that door? Did something like this happen the first time we met?

His thoughts echoed his question as he took everything in with a mixed sense of wonder, bewilderment and fear.]

[While the questions he particularly ran through his head wouldn't be directly answered, images after image playing through his vision probably indicated more than enough that what he thought was most likely right. And it was just the beginning. For after a while, some of the images seemed to become clearer and more distinct. And then in fragments, he might have thought he was going crazy, but it really seemed like he could hear the voices. And these memories seemed to be sticking longer. Good and bad ones. Amusing ones and terrifying. Sad. There seemed to be a lot of those ones, too. It was a very different experience from just collecting the memories of the Sora he knew. Some were far darker, far more insane than the ones Roxas or Xion were used to.

Here and there though, he would see in between maybe a glimpse of her own memories although whether he knew it or not, with how many different memories flying through his head, they probably looked just as much like the rest of them. A snippet of Beast's Castle with a view from the ground of the imposter-- no, Riki, in the coat. Another one on what Roxas might recognize as Destiny Islands behind her, and there was Riku again. Just a flicker and then it was gone. There were also memories he himself, ones from her perspective, seeing he and Axel on the clock tower or a glimpse of him during a mission. Another strange one then. An upward view of the clock tower with someone barely being registered, all hunched up.

As the process continued, the memories seemed like they would only grow clearer...]

[It was disorienting. So very disorienting as what he saw changed from merely images and the odd sound into a sea of memories -countless viewpoints and feelings mixed into a tangled mess not unlike a jumble of video clips and sound bites. On one hand, it was something amazing; to see so much at once. And at the same time, it was frightening to see some of the things he was, the unfathomable variety of all of it was nearly overwhelming.

A pang of resentment coursed through his blood when he caught glimpses of Riku; whether they were the Riku he'd crossed paths with in the World that Never Was or not, he still bore that face an undeniable amount of animosity. Yes, he understood now that it was all for Sora's sake, but that was what got him so angry in the first place; that he was just something to be used -a means to an end. And then he got careless, he could have just finished that boy off before he'd removed that blinder and yet the part of him that was undeniably Sora told him that it would be fine to stay that punishment. And in the end that cost him.

Pushing his personal feelings aside, he exhaled a nervous breath as he allowed more images to bombard his perception, their growing clarity continuing to unsettle him and yet he held fast to Xion's hand. He was determined not to lose and friends this time.]

[Minutes ticked along at a painfully, leisurely pace, it seemed. Naminé herself remained quiet and guarded. Roxas might have been fooled into thinking that she was taking on the situation as if it were nothing, but the white of her knuckles as she gripped Xion's other hand harder than she might have intended. Her breath came quiet but short. Her brows creasing almost sternly. It all indicated otherwise. If she realized the state Roxas himself was in though, she didn't make it known. Her full focus on Xion, herself.

As time passed, she became progressively more strained. But it wasn't without reason as Roxas would personally encounter himself. As the memories grew more pristine, it would feel like he was living the memories. No longer flickers but as if he were in shoes of the very person who had that memory. The memories remained as diverse as ever, happy ones both in and outside of the dressing room. Of times shared with friends, spent with even parents, of traveling worlds in excited anticipation or relaxing in their room back home in their fairly mundane life. But then the darker one surfaced just as crystal clear. Ranging from milder things such as arguments between friends to losing friends through disagreement or fading. Going darker still with being nearly wiped out of existence themselves-- or sometimes they really were and Roxas would himself witnessing someone's own death. The last was just as rare as the other darker theme though but just as painful to see in which he was forced to watch "himself" snuff out the life of someone with his own hands.]

(ooc: F-Ffff... |D;; I'm terrible to him. I apologize.)

[Whatever Naminé was up to, Roxas was in no condition to care as his sense of wonder at being bombarded with so many memories was slowly turning to anxiety. It was astounding for him to see so many other people; their lives and how they reacted to different things. Part of him had been trying to find a positive in this and search through the torrent threatening to drown him in search of understanding what that odd feeling that happened when he was close to Xion.

But as the memories grew clearer and he found himself practically experiencing the happenings of all these people himself, his even apprehensive curiosity was quickly turning to something significantly less positive. At the very best, he felt bewildered while he felt outright horrified when he experienced taking another's life in cold blood.

His reaction would have been to stare at his hands, trying to force the thought through his head that these were not his memories he was experiencing. However, such a notion did little to calm his panicked mind and the only thing he found himself able to focus on was the stubbornly-driven thought that he had to keep hold of Xion's hand at all costs.

And like a light in the darkness, this reminder of purpose prompted him to steel himself; to remember who he was doing this for. He took a slow breath in and then exhaled, doing his best to keep his focus on controlling that process. All the while, he was constantly telling himself that they would get through this, that he would see Xion wake and then... and then they would go find Axel -their Axel.

Then from there -just maybe, they might get the lives that he felt they were so wrongfully robbed of.]

[For a while, the depth of the memories seemed to have grown to at least a constant. Although it was a rather constant rush of memories too real for either of their liking. The moods a continuous grab bag of ups and downs. But as things continued to progress, Roxas would be able to feel his head starting to hurt. It started off as a mild headache. But as time went on, it slowly developed until it was becoming a painful pronounced migraine.

All the while, he was still living out memories. At the very pinnacle though, Roxas was pulled into one of the most nightmarish of all the memories he had seen. Because from his point of view, for once, he was himself. Laying on the floor at the top of The Castle That Never Was. His vision was blurring in and out and he could see himself reaching for his keyblade, Oblivion. Despite the black mist coming out in plumes from his arm, he tried to will it to him. But stay it remained on the ground just a few feet out of his reach and he found himself turning his head sharply as he heard a sharp cry.

Catching the sight of Xion skidding across the ground herself. She looked about in just as bad shape as Roxas was if not worse, Oathkeeper lost from her grip and sliding across the ground spinning before it suddenly vanished. Xion was practically choking on the air she gathered for herself as she lay there, trying so hard to move but despite how much she tried, she just couldn't stand.

And then he found out the reason why as a familiar nobody stepped into view in his savage lunar form. He stared down at Xion as expressionless as always. His giant claymore leveled at the replica as she wheezed pitifully on the floor, glaring up at none other than Saix in defiance. But Saix only studied her dismissively as he ready the final blow.

'--was really expecting one of you to be returned tonight--

--Kingdom Hearts--

--But you had to fail your mission, No. i--

--expected from a mistake.

But this ends here. Roxas, take this as good lesson for your insubordination. Pity you won't remember it.'

Just as he swung down his weapon, Roxas' vision blurred and blacked out.

And just as it did, Roxas himself might be feeling a little more compelled to black out himself as the migraine suddenly took on a whole new definition of head-splitting.]

[Even against his renewed will, the memory flow was beginning to exact a more severe toll on him. As if all these feelings, sensations and visions weren't enough, he was physically beginning to hurt. Initially he'd brushed it off as just living out too many memories with physical pain segments, but as each passing scene played out, he realized that the location was consistent and the sensation getting more vivid.

His breaths became heavy and labored as he struggled to keep himself together -not even striving for calm composure, but to at least keep his hands tightly around Xion's. And that's when the next scene hit him; his integration feeling like a tidal wave washing over him. It didn't take long for him to realize that he was actually himself in this memory.

His vision was blurry and his hearing was fading in and out, plus he was laying on the floor. The migraine he was actually contending with wasn't helping as he pieced things together with what was almost a strange sense of detachment. He saw Xion tumble and then Saix entered the scene; he felt his blood boiling.

This... this is what could've happened if Xion and I made a stand... but where's Axel?

His mind raced to try as it sought to plumb answers from what he could be certain of from all of this. The sound of the Number Two's voice filled him with a murderous rage and yet his body wouldn't respond. And then the voice stopped.

The vision -in fact, any vision he had was abruptly snuffed out, along with any thought going through his head at the moment.]

[For a while, all Roxas would know was the darkness of unconsciousness. Compared to the noise of the memories though, it was probably a pleasant change in pace for him. Quiet and peaceful. No more voices could be heard. The headache had also dissolved the moment he fell into the blackness, letting him drift in a calm nothingness. Perhaps like the fading he had wished for while he had been united with Sora. A solitude undisturbed by the daily life of his Other. But whether he was appreciating the moment or not, it was soon broken.

'Roxas.'

The voice was soft and familiar, chiming like a muted bell through the silence. A clear presence. Not invasive but rather blending in with the soft veil of peace that he resided in. And then, all of a sudden, a frail hand was reaching out for him through the dark. A case of deja vu more than likely for him. Perhaps a reminder of a time when he was lost in the digital Twilight Town. Whether he still trusted it or not was a decision up to him.]

(ooc: If he does take it, he'll wake up. If he doesn't, I have another scenario to play out possibly. It's up to you.)

[His consciousness came to again, floating free in an abyss of nothing. Admittedly, after being nearly drowned in memories, the quiet was kind of nice. So at least for a little while, he let himself relax and just drift. It was like a breather after all of those images; the feelings and sensations. There was so much to retrospectively sort through. Even as he occupied his mind with that task, something wasn't sitting right with him.

How long was it? Five minutes? Less? It was dawning on him that novelty was beginning to wear thin as he realized that he longed for the noise and commotion of life that he was used to.

There was that feeling again -the same one he realized must've acted as a wall between him and Sora; that which kept him from returning to just where he allegedly belonged. He felt resentment being like this. His memories reminded him that there was something other than this, that there was a world -countless worlds out there where he could experience so much.

Xion.

If his consciousness had them, his eyes went wide at that realization. She was out there; he'd just remembered her and he was trying to save her when all of this happened. He could feel something in his chest getting tight as he struggled. He needed to get back out there.

He heard a voice and if he had form, certainly it turned toward it. The boy felt apprehensive; was this some measure to subjugate him? It sounded like Naminé, but her goal always seemed to be in returning him to Sora. He refused; his form seemed to have legs as he realized he willed them to carry him away from that sound. Roxas realized that he couldn't return to his Other, he wanted his life back -whether it was real or not, deserved or not.

It was selfish, but he considered that he was entitled to it. He'd suffered, she had suffered -their power grew and whether that was intended or not, it was their combined power that aided Sora when he made his stand. Surely that merited something in the grand scheme of things.

And so he ran through the formless abyss, looking for a light that would take him back to the world where his friend waited.]

((OOC: Bonus content is go.))

[The darkness seemed to stretch forever at first. Not a fearful sort. In fact, the atmosphere would feel fairly calm. But eventually, a tiny light could be seen in the distance. It started out small. Through his subconscious being, he might have even thought he was seeing things. But as he continued, it only became more and more distinct. Brighter and clearer. Like it was calling to him. Until eventually it enveloped him and for a moment, all he would be able to see was white.

When it finally cleared, he would find himself in a strangely familiar setting. As he stepped forward, shards eerily similar to the ones that had drifted from Xion herself the day she was destroyed suddenly sprang from the floor. And from them, the glowing panel of a stained glass masterpiece began to explode outward only this one. This one was different for in its collage visage, Roxas could detail the Organization days from day seven to day three hundred and fifty-seven with none other than Sora floating in the center. At first, seemed like it was recounting his own story. But upon further inspection, he might have noticed quite a few windows opened up to images of the imposter and his friend together. Other images detailed two meetings he never saw himself between his two best friends. One in front of the mansion. Another in inside the white walls of a place he had only seen vaguely before collapsing into unconsciousness: none other than Castle Oblivion. Another side of the coin of things.]

[His studying might have been cut short though, considering the familiar figure that stood with their back turned to him at the far side. Had his hood been up, it might have taken a bit more guess work considering all the memories he had seen. But it was hard to miss that long, silver hair that protruded wildly behind him.]

[When the light returned to tolerable levels, Roxas found himself entirely amazed with the scene he beheld. It was like that weird dream he had in the digital Twilight Town; only back then it was him at the center of the stained-glass image and it was entirely static. But this was something else entirely.

His first steps were cautious on it, almost as if he were afraid the image would shatter beneath his feet. But as it dawned on him that it was solid, his curiosity quickly got the better of him as he darted about. So many of these scenes were things he'd only just remembered -he dismissed those and looked for new things and it wasn't long before he found segments that were new.

And then his impression soured as he examined those scenes with Riku, looking at what happened with Castle Oblivion and at least getting cursory glances before he realized that something was a miss. The hairs on the back of his neck stood up as he looked ahead and realized that he wasn't alone.

It took all of a split second before his eyes narrowed and his feelings started getting the better of him. His higher thinking was protesting that this was just some kind of memory or metaphor or something like that. But as he stood there, he could only see one of the key people he held responsible for everything that had gone wrong.

His hand clutched around nothing before Oblivion heeded his call, appearing in his hand with a blaze of dark fire. Roxas paused, examining the weapon before shaking his head -in their last encounter, he'd wielded the symbols of his Other's friends. The dark keyblade's shape warped and distorted a moment before in a muted flash, it changed and became Aubade.

It was a seldom-used weapon; drawn only when he'd been forced into playing the Organization's game and fighting one of his dearest friends. Once she'd entrusted her wishes to him and he'd gained her weapon as a side-effect, he simply forgot to draw it ever again. But this time, this time he would defeat Riku with a weapon that his feelings told him simultaneously represented himself and Xion.

Armed and ready, he charged his opponent, weapon bared.]

[For a moment, it seemed like the former imposter didn't realize Roxas' presence despite the echo of his footfalls on the stained glass. But just as he approached the other young man, Riku pivoted and spun, Soul Eater whisked into existence through spewing plumes of darkness. He buckled his knees in anticipation of the weight of the strike, angling the blade and letting Aubade slide along it. Once past a certain point, Riku suddenly lunged forward with the intent of elbowing Roxas away.]

[Had this been a few hours ago, did he not feel he had so much on the line now, the counter-attack might have been successful. As it stood, the encounter with the Neoshadows had reminded his body how to move and his aggravation sharpened his instincts.

As the Aubade slides along Soul Eater's edge, Roxas lets that sense of ruthlessness he'd held back on take over; dropping as he turned and trying to sweep Riku's legs out from under him.]

Why is it whenever I'm doing something important, you have to show up!?

[Riku could only grunt in answer of his question. Mainly because in his concentration to launch his elbow at Roxas, he apparently hadn't anticipated his feet to be swept from under him so suddenly. He kept Soul Eater raised even as he fell back. His arm that he was using to go after Roxas in the first place now catching him. And then he was soon after pushing himself up and throwing a dark firaga his way. If not to hit Roxas than to gain some distance.]

[The sense of animosity in him was almost overwhelming. Thinking back to Sora's encounter with Saix, he could only wonder if perhaps this was the kind of rage he continually embraced. It was intoxicating, it felt powerful... it felt like poison in his veins.

His imagination raced, as if whatever he had for a heart was trying to tell him something. He saw him cutting this Riku down and in a world like what they were in, he could see him just making it his mission to make each one of them suffer for him being wronged at the Memory's Skyscraper. And then he saw Xion, wondering what she would think of him if he gave in like that. That sensation alone seized up in his stomach, prompting him to dodge aside from the azure flames instead of going with instinct and breaking through.

The distance was good for now, Roxas knew his focus was starting to waver. If he was going to fight this one as himself, he realized that being justifiably angry was one thing, but just letting his will cave to his pent-up rage would not win things here.]

Details will probably go fuzzy soon enough though. Memory like a sieve. L-LOL

Heh, mine's not too much better... ah well.

Maybe it's a defensive thing so your brain won't fucking implode. |D

Don't you mean explode? I'd figure it'd implode if you got too stupid or something.

Implode just sounds like a refreshing way of phrasing things. AKA I'm weird.

No weirder than me. But I suppose that's kinda insulting.

HAT. That's all I gotta say.

ASIDE from the hat.

Dude, you know you're not going to live that down. |D

Yeah, true. That's why I tried to be cool in it and throw up the horns.

I think the keyword there is "tried". ;D

It sorta worked. It looked better than the other pictures.

Dude, I'm sorry but you were doomed the moment you put it on. |D

This is true. If nothing, it's funny.

It was. Don't get me wrong. F-Ffff.

And yet, I shall never live it down.

Yeah, more or less. O-Oh gods. It took me a while to decide on how to handle this.

So far, it's making for an appropriately dramatic story.

1/2 That just got totally overboard in dramatics right now.

2/2

So we'll balance it out with some durp later

Sounds good to me~!

Re: Sounds good to me~!

Suddenly, my tags are going super short. FFF I blame new muse syndrome.

Don't worry about it. And now I randomly tag before work.