Midnight Stroll

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[Have a distressed!Beyond. He's wandering around, slouched over, basically pacing the whole Astral Plane with his hands in his pockets. His eyes are wide and there are dark circles around them. His expression is rather like his icon.

None of that is really different from normal, though. The main difference is that he's not really paying attention to himself or others. Feel free to have him almost bump into you, or stalk right in front of you or something.]

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[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Roxas waits for an answer, and receiving none, he simply shrugs his shoulders and decides to have a seat on the floor so he can enjoy his ice cream comfortably.] I would have brought jam instead, but we didn't have any of it at home, so... [Om nom.]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[Jam? You go straight to B's good books, Roxas. He eats his ice cream for another moment before deciding to join him. So he crouches down, facing him, and sits on his feet, with his knees up. He stays silent.]

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is a good boy, and always remembers conversations about food. :|b Regardless, Roxas feels rather accomplished, and just smiles to himself while he eats. Awkward silence? Roxas doesn't know the meaning of it!]

[b-ittersweets.livejournal.com]

[And so they eat in silence! B knows not the meaning of Awkward Silence either. Especially not when there's ice cream involved.]

[glassboxmemory.livejournal.com]

[Roxas is in a fabulous mood right now. Mmmm, ice cream. Neverending supply rite nao, plz.]