five ◦ voice.

[healthysoda]

[there's a quiet moment of repose on Neku's end, shockingly. he'd usually be out there, but... he has to take a break. his head is starting to pound with how many psychs he's been using. besides... something's on his mind. with death all around... he doesn't notice that his journal's open, quite spaced out.]

... (There's nothing to lose... you can

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[healthysoda]

[dude way to scare the crap out of him. ... the book goes flying in retaliation. (it's a defense mechanism too, ohoho). after a minute or two, he replies.]

... hey, Roxas.

[healthysoda]

[hey he's not zexion, at least. also you get some dots for a good while. he didn't think he'd be overheard, stupid journals.]

... I'm not alive.

[healthysoda]

That's why I'd be erased. I came here in the middle of this... game. I'm still dead when I'm playing.

[he's so fuck my nonlife at this moment. did not want to explain this.]

Can't kill someone twice.

[healthysoda]

[he's met with silence. that's not something he can promise, and Neku knows it very well.]

[healthysoda]

[no, that's more your style, roxas]

I'll try.

[healthysoda]

[... well, that's neither of their styles, then]

You better not, either.