For Nostalgia's Sake

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[A door opens, and a Roxas looking to be seventeen or eighteen walks through, backpack slung over his shoulder. There's a bandage on his cheek. He looks pretty average, for a Roxas, and doesn't emanate any strange power upon first glance.]

[However, there is something a little notable about this Roxas, perhaps familiar for some. There is a bracelet on his wrist. A friendship bracelet, and it looks decently worn, though well taken care of. It seems to still be pretty sturdy, but it's definitely far from new.]

[He pauses in the hallway as the door he came through closes behind him. His backpack slips from his grasp, and he jumps in surprise and grabs it just before it hits the floor, bringing it up to his chest and hugging it tightly. His eyes wander the hallway in wonder, shock, and disblief. It seems he's just realized that his front door didn't lead him to his living room. But that's not all he realized.]

... N...no way...

[Yes way, Roxas.]

... Again?



[[ OOC: Been a while, guys. C: ]]

Comments

OH SNAP! :O

[restituo.livejournal.com]

You been here before?

['sup. Don't mind this derpy replica just chilling with some ice cream.]

OH SHIT DO I NEED TO BRING NAM BACK TOO.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Er.. He looks over at him. Remember, self, this isn't weird. Come on, you can handle this. This place isn't bad. This place is...]

[... better than home.]

[He straightens, slinging his backpack over his shoulder.]

... Twice.

I WOULD NOT OBJECT. ...and you should drop by chat ;D

[restituo.livejournal.com]

I think people said something about coming and going.

[A beat.]

But it still sounds weird.

... Invite me, my SN hasn't changed.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[He shifts.]

It is weird.

[Still giving minimal answers, even though he's two years older than his first time being here.]

[restituo.livejournal.com]

[Rep nods. Definitely weird.]

Can't imagine what it's like.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

... [For him? It's like coming home.]

A dream... Unreal.

[restituo.livejournal.com]

Unreal...

[...]

But if it wasn't real, then wouldn't you have been here this whole time?

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

Unreal as a feeling. It doesn't feel like it's real.

yaaaaaaaaay

[summer_poprocks]

[don't mind that tiny popping noise off to the side, he's just sitting in a chair preoccupied with one of these. you might mind the tiny marshmallow pinging off your head, though... he doesn't realize he just fired one off.]

\o/ I blame you, actually.

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Actually, at the noise, his head jerks. He sees who it is.]

[... And he catches that marshmallow between his teeth.]

[REMEMBER THAT TRICK?]

because I missed you 8D?

[summer_poprocks]

[well he happens to look up while absently nibbling on some of his ammo, and almost chokes on it when he sees that.]

mostly yes. ♥

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[He's staring at you. And he eats the marshmallow. No, he hasn't forgotten the night he had those nightmares and we did this in the kitchen, and he also remembers the ticklefight on the floor afterward.]

[He also remembers everything else.]

[And that means he's dropping his bag on the floor, and raising his arms in an offered hug. Because he honestly doesn't think he can move to meet you, buddy, not with all the shock and the... feeling that he's home.]

\o/

[summer_poprocks]

[you look a little older, but that doesn't stop him from recognizing you on the spot- that gun is being tossed aside on the couch as he doesn't just get up, he leaps up and dives into that hug, so happy he could swing you around]

Roxas!

c: ♥♥

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[He's only older to the point that he should be, after last time he left and came back. Looks like time didn't screw him over as bad this time.]

[He hugs him tight, and buries his face in Roxas' shoulder.]

... You're still here... [Thank God.]

[summer_poprocks]

I never left!

[he still hasn't had his birthday here yet, as Christmas is still months away. also, he's so excited to see you again he's practically vibrating. if he were a puppy, his tail would look like a little fan on his butt.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Well Roxas isn't... letting go, gdit.]

I'm sorry for leaving you here.

/noms on

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[There's a girl making a run for him from behind.]

aeoitjaeiotjr ♥

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[So he totally doesn't notice, since it's from behind. He's just sort of letting his arms drop a little bit, loosening his grip on his backpack and just. trying to let it hit him that he's here again.]

♥

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

[POW right into his legs and back. Well, she's still tiny enough, even at the age of ten. Poor little late bloomer.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[He stumbles a little bit. He's sturdier than before, though, yet again. Seems 'home' just gives him every reason to toughen up.]

[He loses his backpack, but instead of going for it, he just twists to see who it is. He has an idea, and his heart definitely jumped when he felt that, but he has to make sure it's--]

[It is.]

Naminé..!

[excuse him while he turns to pick her up and give her such a hug.]

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

You're back!

[Don't worry, he's getting a similar hug, if not tighter. Where did you goooooo.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[Back to the hell hole againnnnnnn.]

[He's swaying a little in that hug.]

I-I am... I'm sorry.

[woodwhisperer.livejournal.com]

's okay. You went home, right?

[She is never letting go for a while, do you realize.]

[feelmydream.livejournal.com]

[That's fine, he doesn't want her to, and isn't either.]

... Yeah. I did.

[Hence the bandage on his cheek.]

so i realize i'm kind of late to this party :|a feel free to disregard if it's too late!

[combustingly.livejournal.com]

[From somewhere vaguely off to the right, sounding way too nonchalant for his own good:]

Well, well. Look who's back.