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[newblades.livejournal.com]

[he's exactly the way he was when he first appeared-- that is, fast asleep with the hood to his coat drawn up. rather than on the floor, though, he's seated at a desk amidst a mountain of papers and books.]

[not really a place he'd normally find himself, but maybe Roxas is more worn out the he'd care to admit.]

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[celaje.livejournal.com]

[--blows in your ear.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

--Hey!

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[snicker, stepping back. this is a Sora in an Organization coat, hands on hips.]

Hi to you too.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Who are you supposed to be?

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[raises eyebrows.]

Sora. Hey there.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

A new member?

[celaje.livejournal.com]

Nope.

In a different dimension, I'm Number XIII.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Prove it.

[celaje.livejournal.com]

[... raises an eyebrow.]

How? My Superior isn't here or anything.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Jeez, haven't you ever heard of a B-E-D?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[llameante.livejournal.com]

Yoooo.

[waves a hand.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Huhn.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

How come I gotta do all the work, huh-?

[tact? what's that? he's just picking Roxas up and slinging him over his back.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Axel.

[llameante.livejournal.com]

'least you memorized that.

[keeeps walking.]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

What are you doing? I'm not done looking.

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Followed by her hordes of Dusks and Dancers (and Dragon, but there's only one of him), stops and sees him, and sighs. Then bends over, poking his cheek]

You REALLY need a bed.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[The lesser Nobodies are probably peering over her shoulder curiously but she doesn't mind, just giving him an amused smile]

Morning, sleepy head.

I swear, ever since you first came here all I've been getting from you is a feeling of deja vu.

[newblades.livejournal.com]

How so?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Dismissive hand wave] Certain someone I know. [Her eyes are deep in thought for a moment before looking back at him] So, found the floor comfortable?

[newblades.livejournal.com]

Very. But, who was it?

[memory-forger.livejournal.com]

[Sighs, sits on the floor. In an unspoken command, the lesser Nobodies slink away...probably to scope out hearts.]

Well, another Roxas. [Props her chin up on her knees, looking thoughtful]

[newblades.livejournal.com]

I'm listening.