so the memory can be anything like if The Deities wanted to they can show off all the times you picked your nose when you thought no one was looking or that one time you got away with the perfect murder if it werent for those meddling kids and their dog
[ WANDERING INTO YOUR PERSONAL SPACE BRO. Wherever you are. They have bro-radar maybe. In any case before Roxas sees Sora, he'll probably see the ice cream cone proffered, stuck into his line of vision. Sprinkles included. ]
[ Tilting his head as he drops down beside him, he folds his legs up under him - criss-cross applesauce another kid once described it and Sora's not really sure why but the phrasing still makes him smile. ]
You okay?
[ He's not sure still how to navigate waters involving Axel, involving anything Organization with Roxas which on the one hand is maybe silly. He's never given this much thought to inter-workings before, but maybe that's the result of being in one place for so long. He wonders if he'll think about this stuff when eventually they leave and hopes as fast that he will. Some people say they forget but Sora doesn't want to. His time here is important to him the way all individual things are - like nothing else, and irreplaceable. ]
[ He really is. If it were another memory, or if he were in a different place emotionally, maybe he wouldn't have been. But while he still doesn't like the idea of his past going on display, and there's still a painful tugging sensation in his chest, there are good feelings, too. ]
[ Sora can, in a sense, identify with enjoying just seeing or hearing someone. It's how he feels he supposes about dreams; he often dreams of home and it's something ultimately he'd rather experience than, well, not. With Roxas of course it's different, these being memories, things of history rather than subconscious missing. But there's a common ground somewhere between the two - the appreciation of things even if they aren't immediately here or simply are no longer.
Their shoulders bump purposefully as Sora leans to one side briefly before straightening. ]
It was nice for me too, if it's okay to say. [ He pauses, takes a lick of the ice cream, pauses, kicks his feet. ] Wish I got to know him more.
[ For his perspective on Roxas and for Axel in and of himself, Axel who Sora can never and will never quite believe didn't have something of a heart. 'Facts' pale in the face of gut feelings for someone like Sora. It's part of why he is who he is and sometimes it's folly. But sometimes it's not. ]
[ He bumps back, a little playfully, certain in his assessment, and not because he knows Sora well now. He knows Axel too, the real Axel, and he can't imagine people not liking him.
Maybe not Vexen. ]
It was like that most of the time with us. He didn't have to worry about the rest of the Organization when we hung out, or about putting up some kind of front—that was the good part. We got to just be ourselves, best friends.
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Maybe not. But we never fell.
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How can you know that? No one knows the future.
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It was, sort of. But that really happened. It was a memory...made into a movie.
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So what's the Organization, exactly? And why are you guys dressed all in black? Part of the uniform?
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You okay?
[ He's not sure still how to navigate waters involving Axel, involving anything Organization with Roxas which on the one hand is maybe silly. He's never given this much thought to inter-workings before, but maybe that's the result of being in one place for so long. He wonders if he'll think about this stuff when eventually they leave and hopes as fast that he will. Some people say they forget but Sora doesn't want to. His time here is important to him the way all individual things are - like nothing else, and irreplaceable. ]
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[ He really is. If it were another memory, or if he were in a different place emotionally, maybe he wouldn't have been. But while he still doesn't like the idea of his past going on display, and there's still a painful tugging sensation in his chest, there are good feelings, too. ]
It was kind of nice to see him again.
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Their shoulders bump purposefully as Sora leans to one side briefly before straightening. ]
It was nice for me too, if it's okay to say. [ He pauses, takes a lick of the ice cream, pauses, kicks his feet. ] Wish I got to know him more.
[ For his perspective on Roxas and for Axel in and of himself, Axel who Sora can never and will never quite believe didn't have something of a heart. 'Facts' pale in the face of gut feelings for someone like Sora. It's part of why he is who he is and sometimes it's folly. But sometimes it's not. ]
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[ He bumps back, a little playfully, certain in his assessment, and not because he knows Sora well now. He knows Axel too, the real Axel, and he can't imagine people not liking him.
Maybe not Vexen. ]
It was like that most of the time with us. He didn't have to worry about the rest of the Organization when we hung out, or about putting up some kind of front—that was the good part. We got to just be ourselves, best friends.
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