• day 6 •

[otherness]

[Roxas looks worse for wear. He's tired and exhausted if his face is anything to go by. His signature black coat is gone, leaving him in a dirty, bloodstained shirt and pants. All the fight in his eyes has gone. The blood is old, at least.]

Didn't think I could still come here. [His voice is quiet, almost disbelieving. He gets up, carefully feeling the air in front of him for hidden walls, and then he begins to walk. His steps are slow, careful, and tender.

He stops in front of the movie theater and doesn't move for a long time, just looking at the sign.]

Comments

[desertdaggers]

[he nods, brows furrowing] Well, that's something to start with… we just have to figure out what to do about the bars. I'm probably not strong enough to bend them either. [given he kind of threw himself at the ones back home and that didn't work out so well…]

[more or less!]

How so? [he tilts his head a little, eyebrows raised.]

[otherness]

I'll think of something. There has to be a way.

[He brushes his bangs out of his eyes and looks away.]

I was... split off from him, like a copy.

[desertdaggers]

Mm. If we bounce ideas off each other, I'm sure we'll find something.

But- with your own will? [otherwise- they'd be exactly the same, and both able to come to the Plane… he doesn't remember seeing anyone else like Roxas.]