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Characters: Roxas glassboxmemory; Naminé heartoncebold
Location: Sunset Hill → Twilight Town
Time: After this conversation.
Summary: Naminé has something important to tell Roxas.
Warnings: Brain break. :D
It had been a while since Roxas last visited Sunset Hill, and it didn't look any different from the last time he'd seen been up here. The view was even better than that of the clocktower, but the only way he could ever get up here was to take the train, and he had to do odd jobs around the town so he could get enough money to afford a ticket (it wasn't too expensive, but he spent a lot of money on Sea-Salt ice cream).
But here he was, sitting cross-legged in the grass, an elbow resting on his knee and chin cupped in his hand, staring at the neverending sunset.
Waiting for Naminé.
Silently, Roxas was wondering who this girl was, how she knew who he was. He was wracking his brain, trying to make some sort of connection, but there was none.
What did she need to tell him that was so important? She was a stranger to him, and Roxas couldn't think of any reason someone he didn't know would say, I have to tell you something very important.
Maybe she knew what was going on!
For a second, Roxas looked hopeful, eyes lighting up, but then remembered that she'd appeared as lost as him, and the blond sighed. Back at ground zero.
Deciding that he should just stop thinking about it, Roxas shifted, stretching his legs out in front of him, and he braced himself on his hands, leaning back slightly. He would just wait for Naminé, and listen to whatever it was that she had to say.
Location: Sunset Hill → Twilight Town
Time: After this conversation.
Summary: Naminé has something important to tell Roxas.
Warnings: Brain break. :D
It had been a while since Roxas last visited Sunset Hill, and it didn't look any different from the last time he'd seen been up here. The view was even better than that of the clocktower, but the only way he could ever get up here was to take the train, and he had to do odd jobs around the town so he could get enough money to afford a ticket (it wasn't too expensive, but he spent a lot of money on Sea-Salt ice cream).
But here he was, sitting cross-legged in the grass, an elbow resting on his knee and chin cupped in his hand, staring at the neverending sunset.
Waiting for Naminé.
Silently, Roxas was wondering who this girl was, how she knew who he was. He was wracking his brain, trying to make some sort of connection, but there was none.
What did she need to tell him that was so important? She was a stranger to him, and Roxas couldn't think of any reason someone he didn't know would say, I have to tell you something very important.
Maybe she knew what was going on!
For a second, Roxas looked hopeful, eyes lighting up, but then remembered that she'd appeared as lost as him, and the blond sighed. Back at ground zero.
Deciding that he should just stop thinking about it, Roxas shifted, stretching his legs out in front of him, and he braced himself on his hands, leaning back slightly. He would just wait for Naminé, and listen to whatever it was that she had to say.