I got my feet on the ground [ closed ]

[dualstance]

Who: Namine (chainedpromises) and Roxas (dualstance)
What: Roxas finally decides to de-hermit and Namine runs into him- they talk.
Where: around Twilight Town
When: forward dated to Friday, 21 October
Warnings: ;;

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[chainedpromises]

[Namine is walking back from her wonderful white room, her sketchbook in her arms. It was nice to walk around Twilight Town and draw, better than being stuck in her home. At least she finally got out for a breather, she had a lot to think about. One of which was worrying over how Roxas was doing, she hadn't heard from him in a while. Perhaps he just needed space like he usually does. That was probably it.

She really needs to stop worrying so much. She didn't come here to start having a worry attack, she came here to relax and get a breath of fresh air. But as she reaches the Tram Common, something makes her stop. Namine stares at the figure in front of her for a second before getting closer. Relief started washing over her, but not after she got a closer look for it to disappear.]

Roxas?

[dualstance]

[ He doesn't know how long he'd been standing, just staring at nothing in particular before Namine comes around. Really, he should have gone home so that Axel would stop worrying about him but well. Nothing seems to be able to move him from that spot.

At least until he hears his name.

It takes a second to register in his mind before he raises his head slowly and turn to where she is. If they can be seen, blue eyes look dull before a small shine of life comes to them when he recognizes just who it is that called out to him. And a second later a quiet "Namine" escapes from his mouth.

His voice is a little hoarse, not being used for days, so he tries to clear it when he talks again. In the end, it's still a gravely. ]

Hey, what are you doing here?

[chainedpromises]

[She could already tell something was wrong, though it didn't take Sherlock to figure out that Roxas wasn't quite himself. Now she's back to worrying all over again.]

I came to draw and get a little bit of fresh air. Is...something wrong?

[dualstance]

[ One of these days he needs to learn to stop making people worry over him. How many times have his friends wondered if he's alright, if there's anything they can do to help him when all he does is shrug them off? It's a wonder that they still talk to him. ]

Ah, well. I'm just- [ Cutting himself off, he takes a second to think about what to say. What kind of assurance can he give to her so that she doesn't have to worry about him. ]

... I'm just tired, I guess.