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Hello did you miss me?
[Despite the flood and the place still being soggy if someone looks in the kitchen they will see a female "Sora" with their hood up sitting on the counter with a box of ice cream in her lap and a spoon in her mouth...yeah she was eating it, what?
But seriously, nothing cheers you up after devestation like frozen slightly wet treats...nothing. Possibly why she seems so nonchalant about the wetness. That's just a guess though.]
Never expected to pop back in when something was going down... actually I never really expected to pop back in at all. Or that something would go down.
Just my luck I guess.
[>voice = sounds like Kairi's btw, so yeah I think a few people might know what's going down here...if they care enough to see her.]
But seriously, nothing cheers you up after devestation like frozen slightly wet treats...nothing. Possibly why she seems so nonchalant about the wetness. That's just a guess though.]
Never expected to pop back in when something was going down... actually I never really expected to pop back in at all. Or that something would go down.
Just my luck I guess.
[>voice = sounds like Kairi's btw, so yeah I think a few people might know what's going down here...if they care enough to see her.]
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At first, he'd been content to ignore the figure on the counter, making a beeline to the freezer and finding the remaining ice cream to be in significantly less than edible shape.
Finally deciding that at least trying to be sociable would be the best thing, he casually takes a seat on the counter, about two 'seats' away from the other stranger in the room. He certainly was getting a strange feeling about the hooded figure, but then it seemed that there were a great many strange things about this place.]
Uhm, hey. Is there enough there that I could have some?
[His tone clearly betrayed that he had no idea who's face would be beneath that hood and while he'd rather avoid anyone he wasn't too familiar with, he did have a peculiarly odd craving for some ice cream.]
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[It's a Roxas so he immediately get friendlies. Not that she'd be too unfriendly to anyone in particular, but you know.
She gives a look around for another spoon, oh hey there's one conveniantly right behind her.]
Sorry my tags are coming a little slowly, iRL's kicking my ass
So while he internally justified to himself why things were going this way, he offers the stranger a smile before taking a spoonful of ice cream.]
Thanks. I don't know why, but I just really felt like having some.
This place is so weird...
that's okay probably in different time zones anyways
[Or that's at least the realization she's come to after hanging out with enough people back home]
Yeah, tell me about it.
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So how long have you been around here?
[He gives a somewhat reserved nod; he was trying to be friendly, but not getting too friendly in a hurry was just nature to him. Blame an upbringing among the Organization for that one -of course that wasn't to say that he wasn't trying to change those habits. They just took awhile to die hard.
Of course, it was about then that it dawned on him that he probably should make some effort toward introductions.]
Oh yeah, I kind of blanked out a little. I'm Roxas. And you are?
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[she puts another spoonful in her mouth and twitches the handle between her teeth when he asks. He was trying to figure out whether she should lie or tell the truth, since it's a bit weird if he didn't at least know Sora.
She figures, eh, go with the truth if he doesn't know... especially since she has her hood up anyways and wasn't letting it fall anytime soon]
I'm Xion.
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Roxas was doing his best not to seem too weirded out. After all, on his way to the kitchen, he'd see at least two or three other versions of himself and then he'd run into one of those guys that looked like him but wasn't(A matter that was still terribly baffling to him). So it would make sense that Xion had similar alternates or variants.
So for a moment, there was silence. What was he supposed to say? Clearly, she recognized him and he now had his full set of memories. But part of him felt at least a little worried that she might harbor some resentment toward him -even if she was just 'playing her part' back then.
And after a somewhat awkward bit of quiet, he spoke up again.]
Sorry about that. It's just a little strange.
[He manages his usual derpy smile.]
So uh, how've you been today?
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No reason to say sorry.
I've been fine.
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I'm glad. I don't know how it was for you back then- but I did really feel bad about how things played out for us. I just want to you know that I'm sorry for that.
[He finally takes the spoon from his mouth and takes another bite of ice cream, savoring it a moment. It was relaxing, not quite as nice as the afternoons atop the clock tower, but a counter with a quart of ice cream wasn't bad by any stretch either.]
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I already told you not to say sorry.
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[He did feel a little bad for blatantly disregarding that part, but it was something he wanted to get off his chest. And how would he have been able to gauge what she thought of him otherwise? Liked it or not, here or not, he did have a rather vivid and painful memory of beating one of his best friends to a pulp and then having her crumble in his arms.
Not to mention his retrospectively poor choice of excuse for why she couldn't just pass on.]
I just felt it was important to tell you... all the same, I'm glad to see you again.