[There’s a long pause and some hesitant breathing before a teenage boy speaks. Maybe he’s too confused to speak at first. Maybe he knows he’s not supposed to interact with people in other worlds. Maybe he’s just really shy.]
I’m not supposed to be here. I have to get back or I’m going to be in trouble. I’m probably going to be in trouble anyway.
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This place...what was with this place? Even the worlds with talking furniture and genies and bossy satyrs were normal compared to here. "I don't understand this world," he said. "I do want to go back. Me and Axel just finished having ice cream and Xemnas says they won't notice we're gone, but I'll notice."
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"When you're here, time doesn't pass back home. I don't know how, but it's true. So yeah, it could be a long time for us, but they won't notice. But hey, look on the bright side, no missions!"
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"I guess...that's good, that he can be here again. Because we're still comrades, right?" He sighed. "No missions, really? But what do you do with all the time?"
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He grinned a wide grin. "Yeah! I work in a music store, and I talk to people- they're really nice here. And oh! Roxas, guess what? I'm in a band now! With my sitar."
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"Really? Xemnas lets you?" He blinked in surprise. "What about the Organization?"
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