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  Well, this is new.

Not really.

At least it means I'm taller.

...

Wow, even the curses are getting boring. I'm going out for ice cream. Unless somebody's got better ideas.

(ooc: Mixing plots since... 2008! Twenty-one-year-old Roxas (well, technically six/seven). Isn't from the future - he's been directly aged, and the Hellplot makes him... more distant ( Read more... )

Mmph. Mrrglmficecr'mwhu. Wha--

Whoa!

[crash, flump, bang - the sounds of someone falling out of bed and onto the floor. There's some scrabbling, breathing and clicks as someone fiddles with the keys, and then clarity. The first few words are mumbled, growing increasingly louder until the voice achieves some kind of normal tone.]

Oh, uh. Good morning? ( Read more... )

The Hall of the Missing... I should probably spend less time here. It's quiet in the morning. Sometimes I think it's the only quiet place in the city. Still can't go back to the Wild yet, and I guess there are worse places to be. It makes a change, anyway.

... Hey. I like Than The fridge works ( Read more... )