Old friends, new world
Who: Roxas and Axel
When: Mid-afternoon, October 8
Where: Axel and Demyx's apartment
Summary: Bros hanging a hang and chatting a chat.
There was something in the air these days, Roxas thought as he plodded down the street toward Axel's apartment. Something more than the chill that heralded autumn and then the coming of winter. Siren's Port had always been a dark city, but it seemed darker lately, even in the daylight.
Eh, maybe it was just that yesterday's weird blackout and the panic that followed it were still eating at him. After a year and a half, Roxas had learned to expect the unexpected, but there was still a sort of routine to this world's weirdness, and that routine had been disrupted. The generally-gloomy news this morning hadn't helped.
Ah, well. It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. At least he had his friends by his side to face whatever happened-all of them, now.
It didn't take long to get to his destination. Roxas didn't bother knocking; he let himself in, smiling as he entered and holding up the tray of hot drinks he'd brought back from Kahve. "Hey. I brought mochas."
When: Mid-afternoon, October 8
Where: Axel and Demyx's apartment
Summary: Bros hanging a hang and chatting a chat.
There was something in the air these days, Roxas thought as he plodded down the street toward Axel's apartment. Something more than the chill that heralded autumn and then the coming of winter. Siren's Port had always been a dark city, but it seemed darker lately, even in the daylight.
Eh, maybe it was just that yesterday's weird blackout and the panic that followed it were still eating at him. After a year and a half, Roxas had learned to expect the unexpected, but there was still a sort of routine to this world's weirdness, and that routine had been disrupted. The generally-gloomy news this morning hadn't helped.
Ah, well. It wasn't the first time and it probably wouldn't be the last. At least he had his friends by his side to face whatever happened-all of them, now.
It didn't take long to get to his destination. Roxas didn't bother knocking; he let himself in, smiling as he entered and holding up the tray of hot drinks he'd brought back from Kahve. "Hey. I brought mochas."