THIRD SEASHELL ♟ KEYBLADES

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[watersported]

[Hey Xion, have a hand being offered.]

You have a Keyblade like Roxas too, huh?

1/??

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[Xion froze at that voice and the name to the words, eying the hand in front of her.]

[She'd heard him on the phone, of course, but she hadn't...]

2/??

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[There was some relief and a pang of regret. So it worked--she thought, he didn't remember her.

She didn't want him to remember her. Xion wanted to escape the Organization and all it stood for.]

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[That wasn't quite right, but she didn't want...

She had liked Demyx more than many of the others.]

[Shakily the hood on the jacket she'd taken to wearing was brought up as she reached for the Keyblade, it disappearing promptly as her hands balled into it.]

DONE I THINK ;A; I'M SORRY

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[She ignored his hand and stood up. The hood kept drawn low over her face as she edged for words to say.]

[He didn't remember her. But he didn't need to know she had a Keyblade still.]

[Xion remained quiet a moment before barely echoing the words:]

Thank you.

[Because he did try and help her up, but still...]

/pinches cheeks ;3;

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[He blinks, looking at his hand for a second. Oh well--He'd be wary of taking a stranger's hand too, but... She didn't question who Roxas was. And on top of that her voice was a little familiar from the phone lines. She knew what a Dusk was, after all.]

Uh... Sure. You okay?

/CHEEK PINCHED ;A; i'm sorry hgfhfg aah

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[He wasn't a stranger, far from, but she was a stranger to him and knew what the Organization wanted with the Keyblade. She'd have to be careful from now on. Xion remains silent a little longer before:]

Yes.

Don't be sorry <33 ;3;

[watersported]

[Lucky for her he's technically off the clock, so to speak. Studying her for a few seconds, he finally offers his hand out with a grin.]

You seems a little shy, dude. I'm Demyx.