For Nostalgia's Sake

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[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: ]]