Reality is a lovely place--

[shardsofmemory]

Who: Roxas and Molly
When: Sunday evening
Where: Roxas' "apartment" which is really just some random empty one he thinks he lives in
Summary: Roxas has made dinner and invited Molly over for it in a strange world where he can actually (mostly) cook.
Rating: PG-13 at most
Warnings: fluff, sad Nobody sads from a DIFFERENT PERSON, Roxas being a Brit and

Comments

[padawanwizard]

For what it's worth, Molly's apartment is pretty sparse, too. But right now she's here at Roxas' place, in clean scrubs and sneakers, and the ever-present bracelet she wears - 15 wooden beads, intricately painted. She knocks energetically and waits for Roxas to answer.

Or, y'know, she could be impatient. Half a second later, she knocks again. "Hey, Roxy, open up already!"

[shardsofmemory]

"Don't call me Roxy, I'm not a girl!" Roxas calls from inside as he slides on socked feet to the door. There's a muffled crash and a yelp and then he's pulling it open, rubbing a hand over his head with a sheepish smile. "I didn't burn anything, honestly, and you are far too impatient. Get in here."

[padawanwizard]

"Really, you're not?" Molly asks when Roxas opens the door, and makes a thoughtful face. "Huh. Never would've figured."

She saunters in and surveys the food set out. Nothing fancy, but it looks edible, anyway. "Well, it looks like it won't kill us. That's promising!"

[shardsofmemory]

"Oi," Roxas smiles good-naturedly as he heads into the kitchen to get plates, which he's placed strategically on a low shelf in the cupboard so he doesn't have to do any counter-scaling to get at them. Granted he's still got to stretch up on the balls of his feet to get two of them down, and they clink against each other as he carries them to the table, pushing one over the plastic surface to the other side. "I am not a girl. I am very manly and I can cook and I'm feeding you, so shut up."