[ The box that had held her present lies at her feet, holding all sorts of art supplies and crumpled papers in a mixed up mess. Naminé had grown tired of drawing for several hours now, the impending black hole blocking out all sort of progress she could make. Two pastels, both snapped, finally roll from her lap and onto the floor; something she ( Read more... )

[ There's a mess of sketchbook paper and coloring pencils on the floor, but Naminé seems rather oblivious to it - she's off in her own world, intently sketching what seems to be two individuals while lying on her stomach. Lightly blowing on the page to get rid of any coloring pencil remnants, she reaches for a pencil of a golden hue, biting her lip ( Read more... )

It's finally over...

[ She releases a tired sigh ]

Roxas, Sora ...? Axel? You're... You're all okay? Is everyone else okay?