The Emo Twins (open, in progress)

[raitei_wolf]

Who: Syaoran and Roxas, and whoever else
What: Roxas wants to go see Tifa, Syaoran goes with him
Where: Reborn's mansion, moving to the Seventh Heaven (maybe?)
When: Night before the fashion party

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[dimentichisi]

Roxas had been bored for quite some time, though he'd been expanding his vocabulary with a selection of books that Reborn had seen fit to let him borrow. He still wanted to pay Tifa a visit, though, as he really hated worrying her.

He knocked gently on Syaoran's door, fidgeting in his ragged clothes. He still needed to go shopping for new ones, but he wasn't about to pester Reborn like that. "...Syaoran, are you in there?"

[dimentichisi]

"Me too," the blond agreed. He scuffed one foot against the sidewalk as the approached the bar. "You're meeting someone? Well, Tifa will probably take care of you first, since you'll be a customer."

[raitei_wolf]

"I'm not sure she'll be here, though. Let's talk to Tifa." Syaoran opened the door to the bar, holding it for Roxas.

He hoped that people would keep up with avoiding the subject of his eyepatch. It was something he really didn't want to talk about...and he hadn't, so far, had any reason to.

[bustybarista]

Tifa looked over towards the entrance of the bar and tilted her head in curiosity. Was it just her, or had she seen some spiky blond hair? A girl could only hope! Roxas had been absent far longer than she cared to acknowledge, and she was thoroughly worried about him.

She brought her head back down to the bar glass she was cleaning and waiting for the company to approach her.

[dimentichisi]

Roxas bounded in with a smile on his lips, his eyes lit up. "Tifa!" He made a bee-line toward her, anticipating the hug he was likely going to receive. He looked... better than he had since he'd been found on the street two years prior. Healthier, a bit more meat on his bones.

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran hung back, not wanting to impose on the greeting. He stayed by the entrance, simply looking on as Roxas happily ran toward the woman.

So that's her. She averted her eyes from him on purpose when he came in...she must have been worried about him...

[bustybarista]

"Roxas!" Tifa smiled with recognition. She promptly put the bar glass down and opened her arms to receive him. He was like a big golden retriever or something, today.

"I've been worried sick! You haven't answered any of my online posts!" she exclaimed in a motherly tone.

Tifa looked up at the boy who had come in ahead and half-expected him to come and sit at the bar.

[dimentichisi]

"I'm sorry," he muttered as he clung to her. He was safe. He hadn't realized it until just then, but he was constantly on edge in Reborn's mansion, even if he seemed to get along with everyone decently enough. "I've been busy..."

Roxas pulled back enough to look at Syaoran, managing another smile. "This is my friend Syaoran. I'm living with him, now."

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran quirked an eyebrow when Roxas called him a "friend." That was certainly a word he hadn't been expecting.

He gave Tifa a nod when she looked toward him, the only form of greeting he felt like giving for the moment.

[bustybarista]

"Living with him?" Tifa's face contorted. Why would Roxas need to live with this other boy?

"Why? What happened to the place you were living in before?"

Roxas' home life was pretty secretive as far as Tifa knew. She didn't like to pry. All she could do for him before was feed him and provide him with company. She didn't think he had any siblings, and knew he had difficulties cultivating friendships.

"Hello, Syaoran," she added as an afterthought.

[dimentichisi]

Roxas took a deep breath- he was tired of lying to Tifa about where he had previously been living. "I wasn't living anywhere, Tifa," he said gently. "I lied because I didn't want you to worry."

[raitei_wolf]

Syaoran wanted to add something, but stayed silent. He didn't want Tifa to start suspecting anything, so didn't talk about Reborn at all.

He'd be sure to shut Roxas up if the blond tried to say anything...but the direction the conversation was going, he didn't think it would be a problem.

[bustybarista]

"You were homeless?" Tifa asked, appalled. She looked down at Roxas' golden head and unconsciously loosened her grip on him.

"But you could have easily stayed with me. . . you know I have an extra room."

Tifa's face was fraught with worry.