Fifty-Fifth Keychain - [Action]

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[Okay, it's warm. Very very warm. Even for the evening it's hotter than usual...but that doesn't explain why there's a blond boy wandering through the forest without his shoes and without his shirt. True to New Feather nature, the boy's wearing just the white cotton pants as he shuffles along through the forest.

It isn't until he gets to the center of town that he stops, staring at his surroundings with blank eyes. Well, great. None of this is registering.

Attention, Luceti. Would the owners of a blonde derp please come and claim your friend? He's not going anywhere for a while. It's a little too hard to process anything right now.

Is he staring at you? Or you? You seem like someone interesting.]

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[At least he doesn't want the sandwich. He flinches at the sudden voice, blinking slowly at Lina there. He doesn't look away though, continuing to stare. What is that in your hand? Maybe he'll just..you know...approach closer to get a better look.]

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[...okay, now you're staring at her sandwich. That's worse, Roxas. Lina promptly hides it behind her back.]

Can I help you?

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[He slowly shakes his head no, looking around her to get another glimpse at that sandwich. WHAT IS ITS PURPOSE.]

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[Grr...

Lina continues her attempt to hide the sandwich behind her back.] H-Hey! Hey! Get your own...agh!

[In all of her attempts to keep Roxas from eying her sandwich, Lina has tumbled back into the fountain, soaking herself and said sandwich.]

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[...whoops. Sorry Lina. Roxas is just going to hover over here and look down into the fountain. He blinks a bit as the water shifts when Lina splashes down into it, but he doesn't show any sort of thought beyond that. His gaze shifts first to the sandwich which has become pretty soggy by this point more than likely, and then he looks back at her.

Sorry. He would offer a hand to help her up, but that hasn't occurred to him yet.]

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[Grumbling most unhappily, Lina levers herself up and out of the fountain before thrusting the damp sandwich at Roxas.]

Here. You want it? You can have it.

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[Sweet, +1 sandwich. He'll pick it apart carefully and start examining it then right on the edge of that fountain. Please feel free to ignore him rebuilding it.]

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...look, I hope you don't mind my saying this, but there's obviously something wrong with you.

Maybe you should take a quick trip by the clinic.

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[Might not be a bad idea if he knew where/what the clinic was. So instead he settles for dropping the sandwich again and just watching her. Care to elaborate?]

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[Lina does elaborate, by grabbing Roxas' arm and beginning to drag him off towards the building in question.]

C'mon, then. I'll get someone to take a look at you.

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[Oh yay, more dragging. He'll only react a little stiffly, but he follows along after Lina anyway. He's never been to a clinic before...what if they eliminate him?] ...why?

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[Holy...

...Lina stumbles to a stop, staring back at Roxas with wide, startled eyes.]

Wait, wait, wait...

...so you mean you can talk?

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[Well don't hurt yourself. He stops walking and blinks at her before slowly nodding his head. Sure, he can talk. He just has a limited vocabulary at the moment.]

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Great. Wonderful.

...so you can tell me what the heck you wanted with my sandwich, then.

...seriously, kid, are you feeling okay?

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[It's probably to answer the question about the sandwich than her other question.] I've...never...seen one.

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...really?

[That throws her for a loop.]

Like...never? So they don't have sandwiches back in your world, is that it?

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[He shrugs. They probably do, but he's still never seen one. So he moves to rub the back of his head a bit, a slightly pensive look crossing his features before returning to the blank stare.] I don't know.

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You saw what a sandwich looks like, right? So how can you not "know" if you've seen one before?

...maybe sandwiches look different where you're from.

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[Another shrug.] Maybe...

...where? [He means to ask where Lina's from, but he doesn't quite get that far.]