16 || Private Video/Action, closed to Roxas
[Jasmine left him a quick message; the less she said over technology, she less she'd risk having unecessary information leaking out.]
Roxas, could you please meet me at Goofy Stadium?
I-I... I need to talk to you.
[And with that, her comm flicks off.
As much as she hated it, he was involved. And though she solely blamed herself for that, for being so weak, it was that exact same weakness that caused her to reach out to him now.
The Princess just didn't phone her usual redhead; she simply didn't want Axel knowing about what happened quite yet, especially after seeing how the voodoo incident turned sour so quickly. Who knows how he'd react to this new information, especially with his emotions coming back. What she needed was Roxas' kind heart; with everything going to hell in a handbasket, she needed someone to help console her, to calm her. She knew it was horribly selfish to ask it, but he was the only one with the ability to have that affect on her.
True to her word, she'd be waiting on the top bleachers in the stadium, however, on the opposite side of the field from where she usually found herself seated. Something in her gut told her that going to her usual place would only make it harder on herself. Better to see it from afar that be immersed in its connotations.]
((ooc: Backdated a bit, y/y?))
Roxas, could you please meet me at Goofy Stadium?
I-I... I need to talk to you.
[And with that, her comm flicks off.
As much as she hated it, he was involved. And though she solely blamed herself for that, for being so weak, it was that exact same weakness that caused her to reach out to him now.
The Princess just didn't phone her usual redhead; she simply didn't want Axel knowing about what happened quite yet, especially after seeing how the voodoo incident turned sour so quickly. Who knows how he'd react to this new information, especially with his emotions coming back. What she needed was Roxas' kind heart; with everything going to hell in a handbasket, she needed someone to help console her, to calm her. She knew it was horribly selfish to ask it, but he was the only one with the ability to have that affect on her.
True to her word, she'd be waiting on the top bleachers in the stadium, however, on the opposite side of the field from where she usually found herself seated. Something in her gut told her that going to her usual place would only make it harder on herself. Better to see it from afar that be immersed in its connotations.]
((ooc: Backdated a bit, y/y?))