careless

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[seems the flood flushed out a few denizens of the dressing room, whether they particularly liked it or not. it was probably time he stopped sulking anyway, and started really pursuing the truth-- if Naminé is who she really said she was once, if she's what he remembered, or if she's what everybody else said she is. he'd better start looking for people who would be able to provide some insight.]

[existential questions are always tough to answer, though; better take this one step at a time. so he's seated against the wall in one of the busier hallways, silently watching others walk by. the way he's sitting looks awfully uncomfortable, but he doesn't seem to mind. Sora's just people watching.]

[at least, that's how it looks.]

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[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Surely you can't be comfortable like that~

herpf where are my notifs man :'C

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[Sora doesn't answer that, instead continuing on with his fixed gaze on some fascinating spot on the wall across from him. okay, well, maybe he's not people watching after all.]

btw Akane's with a babysitter. Maybe her older self.

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

Hell-loooo, Earth to Sora.

[leans over, waving a hand in front of his face.]

/o/

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[still nothing. he just keeps on with that blank stare, not moving, not blinking, not anything. he might even be dead.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[she'd be okay with that. Larx reaches out, a tiny arc of electricity jumping from her fingertip to his cheek.]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[-- nope, nope, definitely not dead. Sora squeezes his eyes shut and flinches sharply at the shock, though after that he's not exactly making any movement to retaliate. at this moment, he's less like a Sora, and more like a broken Replica.]

[lightning-larx.livejournal.com]

[pushes him over, but takes a step back just in case. She remembers rather well what happened last time she messed with an enemy who seemed to be out of it.]

[seabelight.livejournal.com]

[Kairi hugs a basket of wet clothes to her side, balancing it on her hip. Having run out of dry clothes, she's now donned in a white dress and blue sandals, a combination uncannily reminiscent of Naminé. Her legs travel along the hall, passing in front of Sora only to stop and turn towards him. She leans forward to try to meet his eyes.]

Sora?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[Sora doesn't answer- at least, not at first. it's like someone unchained all but a few of his memories, maybe with the intent of fixing them, but then just... left in this spot. Kairi (or Naminé) is still a powerful presence in whatever part of him is still here, though, so after a minute of staring past her he finally meets her gaze, blinking slowly. and then, just like that, he breaks eye contact and is gone again.]

[seabelight.livejournal.com]

[Kairi frowns slightly, placing the basket down on the floor before sitting herself down on it as well. Although she's right beside his body, she gets the feeling he's not really there with her. He seems to somehow be a million miles away, but for just a few seconds, she'd reached him still. So she stays with him, watching over the part of him that he's left behind as he lets himself drift elsewhere. She keeps her eyes on his face for a minute, then shifts her gaze to try to look at wherever Sora seems to be staring off to.]

Did something happen?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[no matter how many millions of miles away he may be, Sora does keep getting drawn back to Kairi's voice- he turns his head slightly, trying to focus on her. keep talking, Kairi! though he probably won't be able to answer her question.]

[seabelight.livejournal.com]

[When she sees him turn his head out of the corner of her eye, she turns her own towards him. She waits, wanting to hear him speak. But after a few seconds of studying his face, she concludes that he might need a little more encouragement to bring his attention back to the hallway.]

I've been thinking of you. When you told me before that you didn't remember my name, I thought it meant you had forgotten me, but now I think I was wrong. When I first came to the islands, you were the one who found me on the beach. I can't remember anything before then. My earliest memories are of you. But every time I've picked up a flower, I've gotten this feeling. It feels so familiar, like it's something I used to do a lot more, and there's a part of me that misses it. And I think... maybe that's what I did before I met you. I don't remember where I lived before I lived on the islands, but I don't think I've forgotten it. Not completely.

[She watches him thoughtfully for a second.]

I think the memories must be here somewhere, and what I've forgotten is how to reach them. So maybe you remember me too, but you've just forgotten where you put the memories. Do you think you might remember if you held onto something familiar?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[somewhere in the middle of her talking, Sora finds the strength in him to lift his hand and grab her arm- it's a very weak grip, but it's also accompanied by him really focusing on her for more than just a split second. the expression on his face is begging her to just keep talking to him, please. what's left of him feels warm, and safe.]

>3>

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ there's a Naminé going by. is it the one Sora "knows"? perhaps, perhaps not. she's dressed as Naminés tend to be, though she's carrying a folded up pale blue sweater in her arms. ]

>:3

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[Naminé? Sora can see her, vaguely, even if he's not sure if she's there at all, but try as he might he just can't call out to her. his arm moves slightly, an attempt to get her attention. help me, Naminé, I'm broked ;o;]

C:

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

[ she does stop, having seen him out of the corner of her eye. she watches for a moment, blank and calculating, before she makes her way over. ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[Naminé can probably sense what's gone wrong- all but a few choice memories have been completely unchained, which probably explains why he's just sitting there like a lifeless puppet.]

[but he can definitely sense her approaching, and tries to lift his head to look at her.]

[noprisoner.livejournal.com]

What a mess you've become, Sora...

[ she crouches down in front of him, reaching to cup his face with one hand, helping him look at her. this could be used to her advantage. ]

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[he blinks once, twice, a third time-- Sora's trying to focus on her face, but is not having much luck. he does lift a hand slightly off the ground though, trying to meet her hand.]

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*he's passing by with a load of laundry as well -- seems it's DR laundry day! but he's giving you a curious look, and bends down to smile at you*

You okay, guy?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[if he realizes that Sora's there, he makes no conscious effort to acknowledge it. he's still staring at the wall past Sora. there's not a lot of light left, but what is there might feel familiar.]

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*it does, and that's strange... you must be the elusive olderbug that his boyfriend's spoken of; he's waving his hand in front of his face*

Hey there... you alright?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[there's still no reaction. he doesn't even blink, he just sits there lifelessly, like someone's dumped him there like a discarded toy.]

[endlessxsky.livejournal.com]

*he sits down next to him to try and see what he's staring at*

... is that you, 'bug?

[stilleatsbugs.livejournal.com]

[hearing that nickname finally got a rise out of him; he turns his head slightly and looks at Sora, struggling to focus. when he finally does, it doesn't last for long, and he slips back into that lifeless state he's been stuck in. the lights are on, but clearly no one's home.]