Characters:
ignitive,
memory_fixer,
ebbxandxblow,
dualwielded &
memoryshellWhen: April 19, late in the evening.
Where: Roxas, Riku and Axel's place.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Xion's newly arrived and has questions. And a story to tell. So does Naminé, apparently.
Escorting the girls home made him feel important. It made him feel ....well. Manly. Laughable, but considering he had not in his memory spent any real time with girls aside from Ai and... and Xion before that in what little he'd been able to remember, it didn't seem so strange to him. He felt like a protector. And for once, it wasn't so bad. Not so bad at all. In fact, it was kind of nice.
The trip hadn't been very eventful at all. A few Hell Cats had gotten in their way, which Roxas had been quick to dispatch with thunder magic. That was the extent of the greeting they received from the less pleasant denizens of the Safezone. Within half an hour they'd rounded the bend and reached the house, and now... and now here he was standing on his front porch with two girls. He was thankful that he was a neat freak. Really thankful. It was funny that he was worrying about the state of his home when the circumstances of this visit weren't going to be necessarily pleasant from the sound of things.
But he cared. Roxas cleared his throat then, and opened the door, holding it open for the girls. Once they were inside and the guys joined them, then they could start. In the meantime, he looked from one girl to the other once he'd stepped inside and closed the door, and decided he might as well... try his best to be polite.
"Feel free to sit down anywhere. Uh... do either of you want something to drink?"