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[glasgowgrin]

[The child steps onto the starry plane, blond hair swishing as he looks around and blue eyes blinking as his mind adjusts to the strange, unfamiliar sight. The scars on his face stretch his lips into a faint smile, but he doesn't exactly appear to be pleased. He says nothing until he spots the Kiosk and wanders over, speaking only to the machine to receive the brochure. He stands still and reads the paper for about ten minutes before it's folded up and shoved into his pocket.]

Whatever. [That's a mumbled comment.] But I won't say no to free food, as long as it's not poisonous. Haha! [That part is louder, and accompanied by a grin.]

[The boy walks. His first destination is the Kitchen, where he digs through the fridge for something he thinks he might like and plops himself down in a corner to eat. It's good enough. He grumbles about how "Chris" still makes better food than this and frowns himself for a few seconds, but after stuffing a sandwich into the backpack he carried, he returns the dishes to the sink and sets off again. His grin is bigger.]

So this place is just a big stretch of nothing, right? [He looks excited, once having arrived at a spot on the Plane that isn't too close to any of the locations. He sets his backpack down and rummages into it with a mischievous grin on his face.] Then that means I can do whatever I want without Sickle or Chi stopping me, haha!

[Minutes later, the sound of explosions rings across the vast nothingness. It's a fairly large, strong explosion, accompanied by the ringing laughter of a child who is having way too much fun letting bombs go off in a place he just arrived in.]

Comments

[otherness]

[Roxas looks confused.]

... Annoying? What, you want people to make fun of you? That doesn't make sense at all!

[glasgowgrin]

Haah? Are you stupid, mister? Why would I want that! You're the one that's not making any sense!

What kind of weird circus are you from that you work with people who have scars!

[otherness]

... What's a circus?

A-anyway, I don't see what's wrong with people who look different.

[glasgowgrin]

You're either really pure-hearted or kind of dumb, aren't you! Or maye you were sheltered? Do I have to call you "young master" like the people at your home...?

But I guess that's okay, I won't judge or bully you for it.

[otherness]

Pure... hearted? Me? [He's perplexed by this, and touches his chest as if that'll make sense.]

I don't know what you're talking about. No one calls me 'master', and I don't have a heart. [He says it like he literally doesn't have one. He has a pulse, but that's entirely different.]

[glasgowgrin]

... Wooooow. Well at least if you were trying to be poetic there, you're doing it in a way that makes more sense than Poet's!

And different, really? Dontcha think that's sort of stretching it? I'd get it if I was Christopher because those eyes and teeth of his are pretty different, but I'm not Chris. [He's not sure if Roxas' attitude is a relief or a disturbance. It's nice not to be screamed at and pointed at and called disgusting. But at the same time it's aggravating to have it treated as a normal thing. It's not. It's not normal. Acknowledge it. At least be a little disgusted?]

[otherness]

[... Rail talks too fast. That is the most important thing Roxas has gleaned from this conversation.]

But I'm... not. [He hesitates, then adds:] I'm not human.

[glasgowgrin]

Dramatic, too. [Rail ignores how that makes him feel. It makes him feel nervous. Scared. The brochure mentioned an experiment. Is this kid a homunculus too? Are there scientists around? He pushes the questions back.]

If you're not human than what are you?

[otherness]

[Roxas has been keeping a lot of secrets, but this kid... well, it's not like he can follow Roxas back to his world.]

... I'm a Soulless. I'm supposed to be a copy of someone else, even their memories, but I don't remember anything. I think... something went wrong.

There are a lot of people here who aren't human. Or at least, that's what I've heard.

[glasgowgrin]

[Soulless. A copy of someone else. Rail suddenly wishes he hadn't made fun of this guy because this is knowledge he didn't want. Shit.]

What, what what? So you're like a clone or something?

[What do you mean, not human?!]

[otherness]

A clone? I... guess. Are clones made out of darkness?

[It's a good question.]

[glasgowgrin]

[He doesn't know. It sounds like science and he hates it. He stretches his smile more, then turns around and stuffs his hands into his pockets.]

I'm hungry. Hey, Roxas, do you wanna get some food? You can get food in that kitchen, right?

[He's got a sandwich in his bag, but he elects to pretend he doesn't. Anything to change the topic.]

[otherness]

[That was an abrupt subject change. Roxas blinks, but he goes along with it because he's pretty agreeable.]

Yeah. I can uh, try to make something if you don't know how. [He's had some practice.]

[glasgowgrin]

Really you will? I don't get to eat homemade cooking a lot so that would actually be pretty awesome! You're not gonna poison it right?

[otherness]

Wha-- why would I do something like that? Besides, I'm gonna eat it too.

[He slips into the kitchen. His cooking skills leave much to be desired, and he knows it. He sighs as he takes a box out of the cupboard.]

I hope mac 'n' cheese is okay.

[glasgowgrin]

I'm just being cautious. Don't take it personally. [He laughs to himself as he follows Roxas into the kitchen.]

I'll eat anything! I promise I won't eat so much you don't get your share.

[otherness]

[Rail, you are one weird dude. Anyway, Roxas is filling up a pot with water like a true professional.]

Hey, it's okay if you're hungry. [He smiles a little.] I mean, I can just make more.

[glasgowgrin]

[Uwaaaaah, he's smiling. Uwaaaaaah.]

You're generous! And because you are, I think I'll help. Do you need me to do anything?

[otherness]

[His smile gets bigger, though it's still kind of shy.]

Haha, um... If you find the bread, we can make sandwiches too.

[glasgowgrin]

I don't know my way around the kitchen but I guess I can look for you. What kinda bread do you want?

[otherness]

Wheat or white bread's fine.

[He occupies himself with dumping the noodles in the gently-boiling water.]

You're not gonna learn unless you look around, right?

[glasgowgrin]

But learning my way around the kitchen is a chooooooore.

[He says, while looking through cabinets. He eventually finds some bread!]

Here.

[otherness]

Cool, thanks.

[As the noodles boil, he's assembling sandwiches out of pre-sliced cheese and lunch meat, like a pro.]

What's your opinion on mustard?

[glasgowgrin]

It's yellow? I'll eat is as long as it's not rotten!

[otherness]

Well... I guess it is pretty yellow. [He puts mustard on the sandwiches so they aren't terribly dry.] Here, you can eat this while we wait for the noodles.