FRIENDS WANTED;

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[From door to door, Ventus travels the Dressing Room, planting posters along the walls.

These posters include a rather rough drawing, mostly scribbles, but it at least slightly resembles a Kairi...with yellow eyes. The poster reads:

FRIENDS WANTED:
This is Kairi. She doesn't have many friends here, and that's really gotta change. She's a great person who's a lot of fun, and I'm sure she'd love to meet new people!

Sometimes she wears Vanitas armor, but don't worry; she's not dangerous at all!

And yes, he will be putting these everywhere. When he can't reach places on foot, he'll simply use his Glider!]

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[...d'aw. He's so tempted to give 'bug hair ruffles right about now.]

Maybe someday, but we're kinda young for that right now!

[Still, he nods.]

Sure! I'm always up for a game, and I'm sure she'd be, too. You got anything in mind?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Okay! I'll be old enough to be your best man by then!

[Sora, that's not how weddings work.]

Let's play tag! Or, or we can practice fighting!

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

I'll have to keep that in mind!

[...Aw, heck. Incoming hair ruffle!]

We could always do both.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[now you know how Terra and Aqua feel, Ven! Sora just flails a little at the hair ruffling, grinning.]

Yeah! Can we go now?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Sure thing!

[He grins.]

But you better watch out, unless you wanna be it!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Ah-- oh no!

[Sora turns heel and takes off running! you can't catch him, Ven!]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[You sure about that? Ven's pretty fast! Right when Sora takes off, he's trailing close behind.]

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Oh no!

[he tries to run faster, but gets tripped up over his feet and faceplants.]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[Once he reaches Sora, Ven slows down, kneeling to his level.]

Hey, you okay?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[ow... Sora sits up straight, and just sits there silently for a few minutes, eyes wide and unsure of how he's supposed to be reacting. should he cry? shrug that off?]

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[Poor kid. Ven places a hand on his shoulder, smiling.]

Don't worry. I know you were doing your best, and that's what counts!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

... An' I won, right?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[He nods.]

Yup. You were really fast! I bet if you hadn't tripped, then I never would've caught you.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[beeeams.]

I'm the winner! What do I win?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

How 'bout some ice cream?

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Yeah, okay! An' taffy an' pizza rolls, right?

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Sure! I've never had pizza rolls, but I'm sure the kitchen's got some.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

-- You've never had pizza rolls before?!

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

No, but I've had pizza!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

You've never had pizza rolls... That's-- that's so sad...

[Sora lifts a hand to Ven, looking sympathetic.]

C'mon, we'll get you some!

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Well, alright!

[He'll take 'bug's hand.]

Lead the way!

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

[and lead the way he does, on a serious mission to introduce poor Ven to the wonder that is pizza rolls! once in the kitchen, he waves his arms up at the freezer door, pulling hard to open it because what is being five and short, gah. luckily the pizza rolls are within kid-reach, so he pulls out the bag and shuts the freezer-- and stops.]

Uh oh! I'm not 'sposed to use the microwave...

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

[...Aw. He laughs, following Sora to the freezer.]

Hey, don't worry! I can set things up.

[sorabug.livejournal.com]

Okay! Here--

[he turns the bag over, reading the instructions aloud.]

Put pizza rolls in mic--microwave for two min... minutes.

[Sora holds the bag'o'rolls up to Ven-- can he do it? our snack is at stake, Ven!]

[erasemefriend.livejournal.com]

Can do!

[He'll go ahead and put the rolls onto a plate before slipping them into the microwave. Time to heat things up!]