Sixteenth Struggle; [ACTION]

[stalkedbyhim]

[hiding in the corner of the glass room at the moment, Roxas has barricaded himself rather inconspicuously. He's wearing mostly whites and light grays today, and has placed himself between a chair of the same hues and the sunlit wall. The white hoodie he's wearing is covering his head, and he's being perfectly still. But it's not obvious that he's

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[okeanides]

[ambles in with a frappuccino, a croissant, and a book. lounge times can has. ♥ ...has not yet taken notice of that monster growling.]

[stalkedbyhim]

[It's growling a lot. Loudly. Then it shuts up... then suddenly starts again.]

Dammit...

[okeanides]

[...stops sipping and leans over to check if there's anything underneath the beanbag she plopped into. staying perfectly still, she waits for the sou--]

....That isn't me, is it?

[stalkedbyhim]

[hi, have very slight movement because he's turning his head a little to see wtf is going on over there-- oh hi Linali. I am hiding in all white today instead of all black with a hood up. Does this strike you as odd?]

[Hell, can you even tell who I am?]

[maturely]

[well, he's in his windchair, barely able to really control it. he's even thrown in the air before he can really look around.]

... I know you're in here.

[stalkedbyhim]

[NO YOU DON'T. Does not say anything. Or move.]

[maturely]

[he's looking all over. but he does feel your presence, so ha.]

[stalkedbyhim]

[god dammit. waiting til he's just starting to get closer before he's opening a portal a few feet away and going to get up to run.]

[witchisinsideme]

[Look who's coming into the Glass Room with a pad of paper and a pencil in hand. While she would like to try to work on some observational drawing, the wind that has been trailing the girl all day hasn't been making it easy. Is just...going to sit down for a bit.]

[stalkedbyhim]

[o hey a Namine. Still not going to move or say anything. Buuuut there's that stomach growl.]

[witchisinsideme]

Eh? [In a quiet room like this, excuse the Nobody if that came as a startle. With a startle a pencil falls from the girl's lap onto the floor, and that vindictive wind was already blowing it away. Today has just been a little troublesome, but at least it was stopped by a chair in the corner of the room.

Whilst in the process of fetching the utensil before the wind picked up again, Naminé unintentionally unearthed something else.]

Roxas?

[stalkedbyhim]

.... Hey. [totally casual about this]