Maybe people weren't so bad, after all...

[lamentless]

Characters: Roxas and you!
Setting: Floor Twenty | Floor Fourteen
Format: You choose, I'll follow.
Summary: A morning spent sitting on the stone ramp, then a horrible attempt at playing video games.
Warnings: Sappy friendship, and Roxas being pleasant for a change.

Floor Twenty, morning;
He was alive, which was good. While embarrassing, his second death due to exhaustion seemed pretty far behind him, now. He'd actually begun sleeping in his room again, even. Sure, maybe he was still wary, but healthy caution and not outright paranoia. Actually, he wanted to talk to Eiji personally, but...well, embarrassment.

So, Roxas went to the new stone path, sit on an edge and dangle his legs off. It was the best way he knew to think, even if the view wasn't nearly as nice as it was at home.

Floor Fourteen, afternoon;
Trying to be socially proactive was...well, harder than he'd thought. Not that Roxas anticipated apologies being easy, but his head wasn't getting any clearer the more he sat and dwelled on it. Instead, he decided to take a break and explore some of the other floors a bit...and got sucked in to playing a random videogame about...catching eggplants? After four times of complete and total failure, Roxas dropped the controller with a huff.

"What's the point of these games, anyway...?" Even as he said that, he began rooting through the other games, looking for something a little less futile.

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"--Thank you." And she was quite grateful to have that problem solved. She made sure she was holding it the way he was, even though it wasn't really time to do anything with it yet.

"--...." The question seemed to briefly perplex her, but by that point she'd been asked it enough times to have an answer without too much thought... although saying it to him was a little more awkward than usual; what she usually did, not for fun but because she had to, was work on memories, at least back in their world. Drawing was part of that, and yet it was also the only thing that she had been able to identify as something she did 'for fun', at least here, although really she did it because that was what she did. She didn't know what else to do. "I... draw, I guess."

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Roxas seemed to grow a little wary when she didn't answer right away, wondering if he'd done something wrong, but- drawings apparently sidetracked him quite a bit. The controller was set down in favor of gesturing, as the intro of the game looped.

"Really? Can I see, some time?" What? Artistic stuff was interesting to him. He'd never understood why, and the closest he'd ever gotten to it was Olette's scrapbooking and Pence's photography, but...

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His response was about as good as she could possibly have hoped... and yet briefly she felt embarrassed. He wanted to see...? Well, he'd had a look at them before, but that was after his time, she supposed. And what exactly would he think of the fact that some of the drawings were of him, now that the situation was different? She drew everyone she knew, certainly, but so rarely had any of them had the chance to see said drawing that she wasn't quite certain what to expect, and after that incident in the mansion at Twilight Town, she was rather concerned about how he'd react to things in the first place.

Still, she didn't have the heart to say no. It could be-- fun, couldn't it? "...Sure. If you want to." For the life of her she couldn't help looking a little bit shy.

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"Do...you think you could teach me?" That was pretty embarassing, but he was sort of proud he'd spit it out. His hair got a ruffle, and he tried to explain, but... "See, my friends all have these projects- Olette was making this scrapbook about our summer, and Pence was taking the pictures for it, and Hayner was..." A pause. "Being Hayner, and I felt bad that I couldn't really help sans fetching supplies." And keeping Hayner from helping. But that was a whole different gripe.

"I just...I want to be able to do something nice for my friends."

[lethechained.livejournal.com]

His request seemed to surprise her, and she tilted her head slightly to regard him. Teach him? Funny-- she wouldn't know the first thing about teaching someone something she'd never actually been taught herself. Still, she owed it to him to try, didn't she? Slowly, she nodded. "I'm not sure how good a teacher I'll be, but... if you want to learn, then I'd be happy to help." She fell silent for a moment, pondering saying the other thing she was thinking. "...That's a good reason to want to learn." Better than the reason she did, anyway.