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Sora is outside this evening - right outside the bar, really, just sitting at the edge of the porch-like structure, staring up at the night-sky.
In his hand is a collection of pretty glass beads and things (of many colours, but mostly blues) all tied together with a silver string - it is a bracelet of sorts, which he occasionally fiddles with. It isn't his - not really. It's a gift, actually, for someone quite special to him. If she'll come.
He's mostly zoned out right now, having a moment to himself for his own thoughts as he watches the twinkling stars. It's peaceful and nice out here; no wonder Riku likes to come out here sometimes.
In his hand is a collection of pretty glass beads and things (of many colours, but mostly blues) all tied together with a silver string - it is a bracelet of sorts, which he occasionally fiddles with. It isn't his - not really. It's a gift, actually, for someone quite special to him. If she'll come.
He's mostly zoned out right now, having a moment to himself for his own thoughts as he watches the twinkling stars. It's peaceful and nice out here; no wonder Riku likes to come out here sometimes.