tony hawk wishes he could get air off shakespear

[lamentless]

Characters: Roxas and all y'all~
Setting: The third floor library.
Format: Whatever floats your boat.
Summary: There's a downside to having a bored teenager as a librarian- they're eventually going to build forts and skateboard ramps.
Warnings: XTREEM SKAETBUARDINZ!!!

The third floor library was usually quiet, sans maybe the sound of people typing on consoles, or chattering while reading books. But Roxas had been doing a lot of nothing lately, and that stagnation never lead good places for him.

So, he'd cleared out shelves of books, and built a crude hangout fort in the library, as well as making an even cruder skateboard ramp. Not his most responsible move ever, but that had always been more Olette's thing anyway.

Go ahead, ask the librarian why he's trying to kickflip off dictionaries. Question how he managed to cart enough books off to make a "usual spot". Don't expect a serious answer, though.

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[lethechained]

Naminé tends to spend a sizable amount of time in the library, herself. It's more or less quiet and a good place to draw or read or just... get some space, really. So she's pretty used to the place, and running across this-- whatever it is, stops her in her tracks eyes slightly wide.

"... Roxas?"

... Roxas.

You are the worst librarian

ever.

[lamentless]

A lot of the (already sparse) nonfiction section had been converted in to the slightly-teetering "hangout", complete with Roxas' reclaimed fish blanket for a roof. While it didn't seem sturdy enough for most people to want to enter, Roxas didn't seem to mind at all, sitting on his skateboard sheepishly once he heard someone approaching. Yeah, so maybe he should have set this up in a less traveled section of the library, but damn he was bored of hiding in the dead-silent, creepier sections of the library.

"Uh, hey." ...there was really no excuse for what he was doing, was there? "I..." Eventually, he decided to at least try and explain himself, with mixed results. "...was bored?"

[lethechained]

She looks up at the structure in question, simultaneously amused and concerned. Her eyes trail slowly down to him, expression growing inscrutable. She... shouldn't encourage this kind of thing, should she? Even if it is kind of silly and endearing and-- comfortingly carefree, she supposes.

"...." She regards him without a word as he attempts to explain himself. She should probably admonish him or something of the sort, right? Only-- things have been a bit rough for her, lately. Seeing something like this, though it does make her a touch worried for his chances of being crushed by books or being punished for his failure to fulfill his librarian duties, she... starts to smile. "Roxas--...." No, she can't even say it, this is just too absurd.

[lamentless]

"Come on!" He scooted back on his board, giving Naminé room to dare to enter the fortress of tottering lit. "It's not as bad as it looks. I stacked them so the spines were alternating, at least."

The structure seemed to have its own opinion on it's own stability, and when the end of the skateboard bonked in to the back "wall", a book slipped out of place. Roxas didn't even seem to notice.

"It'll give me something to clean up later. There's not a lot to do here, honestly."

[lethechained]

Come on? Come on wh-- oh.

Oh.

He wants her to... go in there. Into that precarious, ramshackle fortress of heavy and likely very hard books, none of which are properly secured.


Forgive her if she laughs, just a bit. But fortunately for him her self-preservatory instincts aren't quite up to par, due both to her very young age and lack of experience as well as her own tendencies and lack of self-worth. She's also not very good at telling certain people 'no', and since he's one of those people, well-- "If you say so." She'll just... try to be very careful not to hit anything as she comes over and gingerly attempts to fumble her way into the fort, as instructed.

[lamentless]

If anything was going to cause their spindly, fragil bodies to be crushed under the weight of hundreds of years of words and paper, it would probably be the fish blanket roof- enough of a tug and it'd probably cause a domino reaction to collapse inward on their head. Nobody ever said Roxas was particularly good at building things, after all.

"See?" It was sort of snug, and there was a stack of books off to the side of the doorway, peppered with haphazardly placed string bookmarks. "I just miss the hangout back home. My friends and I had a usual sp-" Roxas paused, and gave an awkward look off to the side. "Wait. You'd already know that, huh."

[lethechained]

Fortunately for both of their spindly, fragile bodies, Naminé didn't take up a whole lot of room in the first place, so the roof was left undisturbed. Snug or not, she didn't seem to mind as she sat down, a touch awkwardly due to space constraints and not because of psychological discomfort. That didn't really become an issue until a few seconds later, when, upon settling, she had time to glance around. It was a pretty tight spot-- but that was okay. She could get out any time, and really, she could be in a place like that with much worse a companion than him.

The girl was looking up at him when he spoke, but lowered her eyes at his last comment, uncomfortable herself. "... Mm. I would." She felt rather as though she should be apologizing.

nams is impervious to mood whiplash

[lamentless]

"If you knew, then you should have visited! I bet you would have gotten along with Olette, actually." Roxas leaned forward, resting his elbows on his knees. "Well, Pence too. Hayner's the one that sort of rubs some people the wrong way."

Reminiscing didn't remain a pleasant subject for too long, though, and his smile eventually faded. "...I wonder where Axel and Xion fit in to that. You, too. I guess I'll figure it out someday."

A slightly more awkward pause, and he itched his neck. "...sorry, I always get serious around you."

FFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFFF

[lethechained]

Visited. It was ironic in a not at all funny way, that he should say that, when she was the one living in the real Twilight Town the whole time, and he in a digital replica. Regardless... it's true she'd been curious, sometimes, maybe wanted to go and see it-- but she didn't, couldn't, not when there were so many others things to do and to worry about. "I'm-- sorry. I'm sure you're right." Olette seemed kind and friendly enough, as did Pence.

She'd been trying to smile before, but as his smile disappeared, so did hers. She held her tongue, at that question, the answer threatening to spill off of it but kept from doing so by the agreement they'd made, that she wouldn't tell him... yet. Unable to do anything to break that pause herself, she looked back at him, expression sober until he finally spoke. "-- It's alright. It's-- not your fault."