We Remember Our Bedrooms

[seasaltkeys]

Who: Roxas and whoever
What: Looking at Rooms
Where: Twilight Town
When:  Sometime, afternoonish
Warnings: None I don't think.


Of all the worlds available, and despite the memories it held, Roxas still found Twilight Town to be his favorite.

It was familiar, and well, the closest thing he had to a home. While he didn't mind the Dalmatian's mansion, it was in Traverse Town, and that held other memories. Memories that Roxas couldn't lay claim to. At least with Twilight Town, the memories were his, real or not.

Which brought him to today's mission, one that he had somewhat been avoiding. He had to know, did his room still exist? Was it still there, as he remembered it? Was it just an empty space? Or had it never really existed in Twilight Town at all. As much as it scared him, he had to know.

Comments

This seems like a good place to fade to black or happy to continue with a proper tour!

[juniorganymedian]

Jeeves took note of the boy's forced relaxation. It was a little hard not to, though the valet made an effort not to be too overt in keeping an eye on Roxas. "Thank you. I'm certain there are many places to offer a safe and comfortable retreat. Which way shall we go?" He motioned down either direction of the alleyway before adding with a brief, but bracing smile, "And please allow me to pay when we arrive. As thanks." And as consolation.

There was something about the boy that reminded Jeeves vaguely of one of his younger cousins or the nephews of friends he has assisted. Buying him ice cream would help to gain his confidence, but the valet found himself genuinely feeling for the boy and his troubles. He had no way to bring back something that was gone, but there had to be other ways to cheer him. Another look through the archives might help to figure out what that might be if this encounter failed to provide further insight.

Personally, Jeeves also thought that an overhaul of Roxas' wardrobe and a haircut would help ease the boy's mind, as well. He'd wait on those suggestions, though. Some young gentlemen were ever so attached to unfortunate articles of clothing or abhorrent styles.

Fade to black works for me...

[seasaltkeys]

Roxas began walking in the direction opposite to the one they'd come from.

"This way leads to the sandlot, and from there you can get to Tram common," he said, figuring it was best to direct his energy in to the promised tour, and to get away from that alley as fast as he could. "That's sort of the main area of town. Where all the shops are, and stuff like that."