plastic stars in our private galaxy;

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[blinks  once. Blinks twice. Looks down at his tattered clothing, but there doesn't seem to be anything but scars left]

I thought I was dead. I mean, I was stabbed and burned and- where's Roxas?

[from trained's universe. He's a doll who has a fear of Axels and a love for Roxas]

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Of course I am. I wouldn't leave you.

[head pat]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

I'm glad you're glad.

[pulls him close]

But we need to get you different clothes. Those are all burned.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Don't worry, I know. But it's bath time now, okay? And we'll get you some new clothes.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Where are the bathrooms anyway?

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

We'll go there than. There must be clothes there too, right?

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[grabs onto his hand]

Lead the way.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

[follows along, pretty happy to see Roxas safe and happy if not a little worse for wear]

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

It's nice and comfy. Good.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Come on. Time to get you washed up.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

I'll wait here

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

If you want me to, I will.

[plasticburns.livejournal.com]

Okay. Let's take a bath.