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Forty-Ninth Keychain -[Voice]

I really wish they'd stop taking her already. What's the point? They better give her back soon, or...[He just trails off, making a less-than-pleased noise.]

Man...I need to get out more. The rain's never stopped me before, but it's almost getting too cold. It's going to turn into snow soon, and then I'm really stuck. Makes me wonder...

Anybody up for a sparring match? Pick a place, pick a time, I'll be there.

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[That is perhaps the best description of Roxas I've ever heard. Roxas, however, probably would not be so thrilled to be fawned over, though he does blink in surprise at the statement.]

I guess you have a point. Besides, I'm one of the only people who can use the Keyblade anyway.

Is that what you call it? Hah, well it's certainly a descriptive title... and quite powerful for a blade without an edge.

[Bon Clay leans WAY down to inspect Roxas a little bit closer, as if staring intently at his undernourished stickboy body would somehow yield knowledge about his gigantic, magical key.]

Is it something you get with training, by acquiring one or are you just born that way?

Yeah, that's what it's called on my world. [Bon Clay bending will never not be odd to him, and he just keeps an eye on the man. Hello to you, too.]

...both, I guess. I've known how to use one since I was born, but this guy I know had to train to learn to use his. It depends if your'e destined to be a Keyblade Master.

... Destined? Eesh, heavy subject for someone your age... I think. How old are you anyway?

Physically, about sixteen. Actually I think about three or four now.

... [Yeah- still this face.]

Come again?

I think...Sora's almost seventeen now, and I was born when he was fifteen, and I've been in Luceti over two years now. That sounds right.

You are... uh. Huh. so.

[Bon Clay tries for approximately one and a half minute to act as if that made any sense whatsoever before he decides that doing so would be stupid and pointless.]

Yeah okay Blondie, I'm going to admit that I have no idea what's even being discussed anymore.

[SIGH. It's all fun and games until Roxas has to explain himself.] It's a really long story, but it's true.

[There is something very peculiar going on here. It certainly doesn't LOOK like he's tricking Bon, and he seems to believe his own words... but someone who is born three or so years ago and look like THIS? How is that possible...]

... Well. No need to go into too much dull details now, I'm sure we could both use a shower and make-over after THAT whole procedure...

But if you wouldn't mind telling me, I think I'd like to hear your story one day.

[He only gives him a slightly weird look at the make-over portion of that statement, but he nods in agreement.]

Right, sure. Your idea's a better one for now. But maybe some other time I can tell you about it.

[Oh you poor darling, make-overs are ALWAYS necessary. And yes, he might be planning on what the best make-up for your boyish features might be now. Be afraid. Be very afraid.]

I can imagine telling the story of your life to complete strangers must be terribly dull anyhow. But yes, maybe later~. As for now, I believe I... well, I suppose I should find out if this place has got a changing room or if we're simply going to have to go back to our apartments for that.

[Roxas is very, very afraid of this idea.]

Pretty sure we have to head back home, unless things changed already. We could probably check it out though. Ready?

[Even if it will end up making him the most adorable broody Nobody on the royal ball?]

Quite. No need to spend more time in a room with a gigantic... whatever that was, than we absolutely have to.

[Xion and Axel might have a field day with that.]

Groundshaker. I think it's called a Groundshaker. [And he motions for Bon Clay to follow him out of the room then.]

[They move on out as Bon Clay scans the perimeter for anything resembling a shower... or even a room for changing. So far, no luck...]

Well, someone was quite literal minded when they named it... not that I can really blame them. That was some shaking ground, alright!

[Roxas is also looking as they move on, frowning at the lack of results.]

Most of the Heartless are pretty well-named. I think that one came from the Pridelands. Sora would know for sure, but it sounds right.

Sora... he a friend of yours?

[Nothing in here either... so he makes the time go faster with what he hopes is inoffensive small talk. 'Hopes' being the keyword here.]

Yeah. I've known him for a long time now...we're kind of close. [It's not going to be offensive if Roxas can help it.]

Mm-hmm? And he has one of those magical giant Keys as well, does he?

He's had one for longer than I have.

Well, if you got all those moves I imagine he must have all kinds of impressive tricks, then~

[As the search continuously fails, Bon Clay is eventually forced to come to the only logical conclusion here...]

Nothing. Looks like we'll have to bear our not-so-fresh bodies until we make it back to the apartments.

...yeah. He does. A few more than I do. [Especially considering Sora managed to beat him. Oh well, twin's the real Keyblade Master here anyway.]

Mm. [Roxas just shrugs and looks up at Bon Clay again.] I'm heading that way then. Coming?

If mine is on the way to yours, sure~. You live on your own?

We just moved. I share a house with about six other people right now...it's kind of weird, but it's not that different from sharing an apartment with two people.

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