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poly_chromatic2013-02-28 03:03 am
skylight) wrote in poly_chromatic2013-02-28 03:03 am
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[ Not cursed, Sora still has found himself wound up with it as be keeps getting beaned with renegade basketballs. For refuge -- sort of -- he has set himself up in the ice cream shop he and Roxas, and recently Ventus too, have frequented. The glaring sign of something amiss can be seen in two things: one, no ice cream in front of him and two, the menu he keeps flipping through listlessly. He's never actually looked at said menu before, didn't even know they had one, but normally he's too busy to bother noticing. Laughing. Joking around. Eating inhuman quantities of ice cream - sometimes varied sometimes the same.
He didn't even mean to come here; he just ended up here anyway.
Closing the menu, he slides off the stool and shoves his hands in his pockets, heading for the door. It's only been about an hour but the itch to see the others, even if they don't say anything, is there again. Peering out the glass of the shop door, he squints.
Sora being Sora, the jostling of the device in his pocket has turned it on again, so anyone listening in might catch a snippet of a post, nothing much just a faintly muffled: ]
Spring soon...I hope...
[ Not perhaps that the weather would help, but it couldn't hurt...right?
He steps out of the ice cream parlor, the first time he can remember at least going and leaving without anything. ]
[ooc: placeholders forever itseems sigh but action if youre near the parlor or even en route on the street if you like...alternately that tidbit of audio! annnnd i know i'm verrry scattered in presence too so transvective@gmail.com if anything..... <3 ;-;]
He didn't even mean to come here; he just ended up here anyway.
Closing the menu, he slides off the stool and shoves his hands in his pockets, heading for the door. It's only been about an hour but the itch to see the others, even if they don't say anything, is there again. Peering out the glass of the shop door, he squints.
Sora being Sora, the jostling of the device in his pocket has turned it on again, so anyone listening in might catch a snippet of a post, nothing much just a faintly muffled: ]
Spring soon...I hope...
[ Not perhaps that the weather would help, but it couldn't hurt...right?
He steps out of the ice cream parlor, the first time he can remember at least going and leaving without anything. ]
[ooc: placeholders forever itseems sigh but action if youre near the parlor or even en route on the street if you like...alternately that tidbit of audio! annnnd i know i'm verrry scattered in presence too so transvective@gmail.com if anything..... <3 ;-;]