-The youngest Nobody in the Organization curled up on the side of his bed in room 309. He was silent as he simply watched the very pillow he was using ever so carefully. As if the pillow would probably move if he were to look away from it for a second. Finally his sapphire hues averted to something else, the calmness of his gaze seemed to die away
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"...There's nothing wrong...I..just..." He trailed off and didn't finish his sentence, too annoyed to do so, and too tired to really think about what he was being asked...Instead he just plopped back down on his bed and curled up under the covers...
"Why does everyone always worry about me...why can't they understand that I feel absolutely nothing...and they don't have to worry about my state of emotion..." He murmured softly to himself more so than to the elder blonde known as Rikku...
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"Hey, I can tell something's wrong," she said. "So spill!" She pulled the blankets away and moved to give Roxas a noogie.
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"Don't. Touch. Me." He snapped, crawling off the bed and then took a seat on Axel's bed. He eyed the elder blonde for a moment and crossed his arms as he turned to face away from her rather arrogantly responding with, "There's nothing wrong. There never has been and never will, so just go away." He glanced off to the side and scoffed a bit in utter annoyance...
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[ooc; I've always wanted Rikku to say "cheer up, emo-kid." XD]
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"I'm not emo!" He snapped, his sapphire eyes darting over to the female blonde. "Why won't you just leave me alone?! I can take care of my own problems, so just back off..." He murmured, letting his face drop into his knees as he pulled them close to his chest. "I wish people could just see it the way I see it sometimes...Then they would understand." He said softly, in an almost un-audiable voice...
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[ooc; which totally reminds me, if you're pickign up Zex and need icons, I've got a few at my art journal you can use.]
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(Ooc: That would be very helpful. I'd like that. I have a few, but yeah...^^;;..)
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"..You couldn't go 'maniacal' on me...because, you already are a maniac as far I'm concerned." He murmured softly, obviously joking with her, he let a small giggle slip.
"...So..Rikku, what did you have in mind about activities...?"
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"First off," she said, grabbing Roxas' hand and dragging him off the bed. "I'm making you hot chocolate. Then we'll see."
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"...Why do you have to make hot chocolate? Can't we just..talk or something?" He asked sheepishly. Opening the door before she could get to it, then slipped out after holding it open for her...
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She led Roxas to the kitchen, where she immediately busied herself around the stove, putting a kettle of water on to boil. "Anyways, Spike, what was making you so upset earlier? And don't tell me you weren't upset, because you were. I could tell from the crap you were listening to."
[ooc; Rikku's opinion on music does NOT reflect my own. Don't hurt me!]
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"...Besides...it's the only thing I have to fall back on in most cases..." He murmured in an almost un-audiable voice. It would have been odd to see a Nobody cry, but if he could the youth would burst out in tears, but, he didn't.
"...There was nothing wrong, and there never will be. My life is just pointless...I was never meant to be and, I'm just an added person to this twisted...'thing' called life. I'm nothingness. Doomed to fade back to the nothingness in which I came from..I shouldn't be here. I'm just a plain accident..." He said softly, speaking more to himself than to the female present in the room...
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She listened to Roxas' words, then rolled her eyes. "You ARE emo. 'I was never meant to be,'" she shook her head and finished with the cocoa she had been making. "You think you're an accident? The only reason I exist is that my parents were too gods-damned drunk to use protection."
She set a mug in front of Roxas and sat down. "Even if you're just some 'added person to a twisted thing called life', you're still a person, right?"
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"...I don't really know if you could concider me a person. From what I know, I'm just shell of a person...half of them. I'm not really..myself." He said softly, still focused on the brown-ish void. Finally, after several moments, he lifted the mug to his lips and took a sip, but only for a brief moment. "Hm, you make good hot chocolate." He quietly uttered, trying to change the subject possibly...
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She bounced a bit in her seat. "I thought I might have put too much chocolate in it, but then again, is there such a thing as too much cholate?"
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