Don't you ever wonder...

[dualwielded]

Characters: ignitive, memory_fixer, ebbxandxblow, dualwielded & memoryshell
When: April 19, late in the evening.
Where: Roxas, Riku and Axel's place.
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Xion's newly arrived and has questions. And a story to tell. So does Naminé, apparently.

Comments

apologies for mistakes/if it doesn't make sense. it's late and I cannot brain

[memoryshell]

Xion blinked, one hand instinctively moving to touch her other elbow in a self-conscious gesture. She realized that she'd never been in a situation like this, being welcomed into someone's home and offered hospitality... She didn't even know what to do.

Well... First step is to answer the question, right?

"Not really," she answered without thinking, since she wasn't thirsty or anything (she just died, after all), but then she remembered her manners from... somewhere. "Um, I mean. No, thank you."

Re: apologies for mistakes/if it doesn't make sense. it's late and I cannot brain

[memory_fixer]

Namine shook her head. "I'm fine. Thank you, though." She sat down in a nearby chair, and waited for Roxas to finish puttering around.

[dualwielded]

Hey. Hey. Roxas was having a nice time feeling manly. No need to liken him to a housewife, Naminé. He blinked from one girl to the next, and nodded slowly. He stood, awkward and stiff in the middle of the sparsely furnished "living room". However one was supposed to live... in a room. People lived in every room of their house, right? Ah, he was thinking off tangent again.

"Okay." Then he made his way to the couch, and sat down with a sigh.

[ebbxandxflow]

It really wasn't that hard to miss the derp brigade entering the house. After all, Roxas' Darkness was pretty easy to pick up on, Nami's the next easiest. And Xion? ... Well. There was something... strange about it. Familiar but... off, somehow.

Either way, Riku soon made his way downstairs, nodding in greeting to Naminé, uncharacteristically quiet even for him as he took in the sight of Xion, as he felt her Darkness, sized her up. But he still won't say anything, will instead move to lean against the back of the couch, waiting for the conversation to start.