Character(s): Gwen and Roxas.
Content: A last supper while you're still the person you think you are; or, a mother home cooks for a Nobody.
Setting: Vyers' apartment.
Time: Evening, week 34 I think, sometime after a Laharl and Gwen go steak hunting in Spira (not yet posted).
Warnings: Prob a bit of sadness...
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Gwen never quite questioned where Paixao’s food came from. )
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The thought of finally calling on the Doctor made his stomach feel like a lead weight. Roxas didn't know what was going to happen...and how could he? Anything that might tell him was gone, and it had been for a long time. And...it scared him. If he got his memories back, was he really going to be that much different?
Before he knew it, the Nobody had arrived. He swallowed a lump in his throat, and knocked on the apartment's door, trying his best not to look as nervous and frightened as he felt. These two were his friends...they would trust that he needed to do this...right?
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She led him into the kitchen. "I went to see Simba but he was in such a deep sleep." She frowned a bit. "I didn't really want to wake him..."
She watched him for a moment, wondering what he needed, wondering if he would even ask for what he needed. She didn't want to push, but it was hard just leaving him. He wasn't alone in Paixao, she only hoped that he could see that. She turned away to take care of the meal. "I hope you're not a vegetarian, though I did make salad as well."
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Simba was sleeping...how like him. "Yeah, we should leave him asleep. Maybe I'll talk with him when I come back next time." There would be a next time...he promised himself that.
He forced himself to laugh, at least a little, at Gwen's comment about being a vegetarian. "I've lived here before, you know I'm not."
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The sound of dishes moving follows. Salad meeting deep bowls, Behemoth steak, warm and moist, sliding against plates.
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The food smelled really good though. Sora and Ven weren't such bad cooks, but they hadn't been doing it nearly as long as Gwen had. The sights and scents even helped push Roxas's melancholy thoughts a little further toward the back of his mind.
"It looks great," he said, waiting to be told he could go ahead and dig in. If it were with Simba, Timon, and Pumbaa it wouldn't have mattered, but Gwen had always liked something more in the way of manners than the three animals did.
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