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Fifty-Fifth Keychain - [Action]
[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.]
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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'maybe ten'
[ More because of the experiment, but that's about it. It's not a high number. ]
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Then shakes his head.
Ouch, Roxas. ]
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There's a pause, then... ]
'It's not.'
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Rep gives his head a little shake, trying to
get rid of Roxas cootiesshake the feeling of the hand on his head. It's just... really, really weird okay. ](no subject)
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