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[So this was not the Clock Tower. That was fine, he supposed. At least he didn't have to go through what would be a 'heart-breaking' goodbye (if only he had one) like he knew it would be. Although he wanted to say goodbye to Axel, he was afraid.

Heaving a small sigh he squinted around the room. He caught a glance of someone that wasn't familiar and he shrugged his shoulders, picking at his Organization cloak.]

Right... I don't know where I am, and I'm not going to ask right now. But can someone show me to a place where I can get some new clothes? Not too sure I want to walk around in this anymore.

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Almost as if you're trying to avoid someone, Roxas.

[Wrinkles his nose in distaste.]

I don't believe it's any of your business.

Of course it's my business. I'm your superior.

Not anymore.

So why don't you just go on your way.

I can be your executioner too.

You know what happens to traitors.

[Hands going to his sides he moved into a fighting stance]

And I'd like to see you try it.

I'd love to, really, but since I've seen your future, I'll let you go.

Enjoy the little time you have left, Roxas.

Leave the boy alone, Number VII.

I know who you are. I have been studying all of you.

This, Number XIII boy, He does not mean harm, and does not deserve harm.

[Cautiously eyes this new... person.]

...

And who are you?

Terra.

You don't know me, and you aren't supposed to.

My talent is in observation and recon. I was merely relaying the fact that you are not a threat to others, and explaining that you did not deserve to be assaulted. I have seen many fights occur here. A few were not avoidable. Some are.

I have now explained my stance on this small issue.

I don't know where I'd start even if you wanted to know.

Then I won't ask. Just point me to a closet and I'll be just peachy.

[points toward one, shrugging. he was hoping he might come across a more talkative roxas, but now he can tell this one doesn't give a shit, just like the rest.]

I... wouldn't open it, though. Sometimes Heartless come out. They're all over...

[Heaving a sigh he picked at his cloak]

Okay... I guess I'll bite then. What sort of place has heartless that comes out of closets?

My theory so far is that this is a kind of "in-between" place. We're not really here, or there, or anywhere.

We could be pieces of thoughts. Remnants of ideas, or emotions, or just dreaming. People come and go so easily it's hard not to believe it.

No one believes me really, but I know it's true. It has to be. What else can I believe in?

Well... we all have to believe in something. And your explanation is a lot more thought out and intelligent than what I was going to give you credit for. I'm more inclined to believe than instead of the whole 'I just walked into a dressing room magically' thing.

[pauses nearby with a basket of laundry]

Oh, I can give you some~! I was bored, so I decided to see how many things I could find, and then I washed them all! ♥

Pick whatever looks good, alright?

[Finally smiling he looked at the basket of laundry]

Really? That's nice of you, ma'am.

[Carefully sifts through some clothes]

Huh... I'm not really good with this sort of thing, I've been wearing this cloak for... a very long time. What do you think?

[puts a hand on her shoulder and cheerfully unzips his coat as if she undresses people every day-- which she does, or used to.]

What do you wear underneath?

[Blushing a little he scrambles back a little, arms crossing over his chest]

W-what are you doing?!

I-I wear pants, of course.

[she shifts some clothes around and lifts up a wifebeater and some baggy black jeans]

Something like this, maybe?

[Still a little flustered he takes the time to look over the clothing.]

It's a lot better than this. Thanks for helping...

[small smile]

Sorry, I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Roxas.

[runs those piercingly beautiful emerald eyes over him and smiles widely]

Aerith Gainsborough. Nice to meet you, Roxas. ♥

New clothes, huh? Take a good look around, they don't call this place a dressing room for nothing.

[Oh goody, someone he both wanted to and didn't want to see. Rubbing the back of his neck he looked away.]

A dressing room, huh? That's new.

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