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[way_to_midnight]

[Voiced // Action]

[As a footnote, this is recorded at night. Aros is sitting in a tree on just the outskirts of town, messing with this journal

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[voice]

[knighted_lion]

Home is... the place you go back to at the end of the day. It's the place you feel you belong.

[voice]

[way_to_midnight]

[There's a snarl of sorts, and then a pause. Aros seems to cock his head questioningly at the picture-feed thing for the journals and then makes an idly rip in the page of his journal as he 'replies' with--] Belong? [Phrased as a question, yes]

[voice]

[knighted_lion]

[A pause as he figures out how to put this]

The place where you fit in. The place you miss when you're not there.

[voice]

[way_to_midnight]

There is no place. [This is said rapidly, and it comes out something like a hiss as opposed to anything else]

[Voice]

[chromatry]

Home...it's not a place it's people

[she pauses for a moment choosing her next words carefully]

It's where they understand you.

[Voice]

[way_to_midnight]

[Excuse him while he snarls. He recognizes that voice... barely. And what's more, he can't hear the pulse of the person on the other line. When did Namine get here and why didn't he find her sooner? That's what's running in his mind.

After this snarl, you just get the sound of claws ripping into bark. But the event makes him reply--] There is is nothing. [To understand, he means, but he could also mean about himself]

[Voice]

[chromatry]

[she should be frightened, she knows that. But oddly enough the sound of snarling and ripping of bark does little to deter her, rather the opposite.]

You aren't nothing, Aros. You have someone that cares about you.

[Voice]

[way_to_midnight]

[Pause. Long pause indeed, and then a semi-furious sounding growl which leads into the sound of claws ripping into bark]

How do you know? [Referring to both his name and to about Flonne, who oddly enough he's immediately assumed she's talking about]

[voice]

[perplex_me]

...sometimes I wonder the same thing.

[voice]

[way_to_midnight]

[If Aros would a teenage girl, his reply right now would be something like 'ewwww' because of all people, the last thing he wants to relate to or compare himself too is a part of Sora, let alone the Nobody. Even so, Sora doesn't really reply to that. Just gives a snort and then goes back to digging his claws into the paper.

Do feel entitled to continue to try to talk though. This boy is just very antisocial and more than a little fatalistic]

[voice]

[perplex_me]

Can't blame you for not answering. I doubt I'd want to talk to me either if I were you. Though I have to ask what brings up the question.

[voice]

[way_to_midnight]

Kairi. [That answer should suffice. I mean surely Roxas has been spoken to by that girl too? Surely he knows what it's liked to have someone you can't help but idolize tell you you can do things you can't? Maybe it's just this heartless's irrational hope.

Did I say hope? I mean need]

[silviteadvocate]

Home is... where your friends are.

[way_to_midnight]

[Long. Long. Long. pause. ftlulz, Imma assume this is after all the chats above. At which point, Aros is frustrated beyond all measure. He's tempted to just ignore it and snarl, but he instead answers with a one word answer] Flonne.

[silviteadvocate]

[D: Poor Aros. Fina is totally oblivious to his true nature anyway.]

Flonne... she is your friend?

[way_to_midnight]

[This next reply happens to come alongside the sound of rapid movement. As in, it sounds like someone on a cell in a car with the window open. 'Cus Aros is moving as he's talking. ...If you can call this talking]

Yes.